My friend Bob says there is no bad weather, only bad clothing. So I headed out at lunch yesterday all bundled up to take some pictures.
The following is to be sung to the tune of “When You Walk through a Storm.”
When you walk in the cold
Hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid
You will freeze.At the end of your walk
There’s a golden …
I think I’m stuck. Maybe songwriter Will McM will dig me out.
While I’m on the subject, here’s a 1980s attempt at a song about cold, to be sung to the tune of “I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover.” Suzanne’s elementary school music teacher actually used it in class.
What is the reason
That we’re all freezin’
And the birdbath is filled with ice?
Why does my Omni
Go sideways down the street?
Why do my children wear
Baggies on their feet?
What normal fellow
Whose brains aren’t Jello
Would keep fighting this cold war?
What is the reason
That we’re all freezin’
And what did we move here for?
Believe it or not, I kind of like the cold. And I love getting out and taking pictures. Yesterday I noticed a yellow Fort Point Arts sign on an old chain link fence. Then I noticed the butterflies.
Read about Claudia Ravaschiere and Mike Moss’s installation, Flutter, here.
Huzzah! There really is something special about winter walking; the light, the quiet, the absence of humidity and annoying insects, and the feeling of kinship with other winter walkers.
But I must confess that a recent trip to the California sunshine had me wondering if it might be nice to live in a place that allows one to walk around in shirtsleeves everyday with an option to drive a few hours and “visit” winter.
i pretty much “visit” winter myself bcs I don’t stay out very long, but I do like it.