…rarely works out this time of year. Whose bright idea was Daylight Savings Time anyhow? OH, RIGHT.
That said, I don’t have too much to complain about. It looks like springtime will actually arrive in time for spring this year, or at the very least we’ll get a taste of it. Spring, of course, is a particularly fickle “season” — there’s a reason we still trust a groundhog about as well as the forecast for the transition — but it was almost 60 degrees and sunny out today, which is long-sleeves-no-jacket weather for sure. I’d almost forgotten what it’s like to breathe in and just smell damp air, rather than experiencing a sort of instant freeze-drying of the inner nostril and lungs.
This is go-out-and-take-pictures weather, and that is precisely what I’ll be doing on my next day off. Drawing by the glow of a lightbulb is for cold weather, hot weather, and storms; no doubt I’ll have plenty of each to go around, so this is an Outdoor Week. In honor of that, I’ve decided to post some actual photos for this week’s picture. Not photos of pictures, photos of art supplies, photos of paper dragons … just regular pictures of stuff outdoors. I know that may be TOO RADICAL for delicate constitutions — should that be the case, you should step outside and get some air. Maybe a lot of air. Maybe splash in some puddles while you’re at it. I’ll wait. Spring won’t.
These are from my recent jaunt to the not-quite-a-lake known as Lizard Lake. I won’t lie; I based my decision to go there solely on the fact that it’s called Lizard Lake. It wasn’t quite warm out here, but the ice had already broken up and re-frozen into a neat little stained glass/jello salad type pattern in the corner there.
Yep, this here is rural Iowa in a neat little package. Some rocky bits, some grassy bits, some swampy bits, some generic tree-shaped trees, and nary a lump to mar the view. Just out of frame are some farm buildings and a wind turbine to really complete things.
And finally, this enchanted oak tree. It’s not just me, right — that’s totally a beckoning finger? I opted not to follow it into the woods, tempting as it was. Miles to go before I sleep and all that.