So do you want to vacation here?????
As much as I will miss the cozy comfort of a Western New York winter and swoon over photographing snow scene pictures at this time of year, I am so appreciative to take a trip and wear a pair of flip-flops tomorrow. Way better than the 20-minute dressing of mittens, snow pants, hat, scarf, and boots. I love snow, but having a sun and ocean break will be great. I am headed to Maui tomorrow and hope to do some things I did not get the chance to do last year.
You must think I am nuts being in this 0°F weather, but it is truly invigorating if dressed for it. We are still in this frigid weather of the week past. Snow and ice, I hope the plane gets off the ground ON TIME!
How about the crazy battle of naming storms?
Remember I did a post on it, So What Snow Storm Is It This Week?
Well, Fox News’ Shep Smith got in on the fun of naming storms and went after NBC and the Weather Channel saying they don’t own the storms, so how do they get to name them? Smith named this snow storm after The Simpsons cartoon character, Duffman. This storm is now known as Winter Storm Duffman, not Olympia like the Weather Station named it.
“With that indisputable fact available and known to all, our frenemies at NBC and it’s weather channel began naming winter storms in October of 2012, naming what they do not own,” Smith said. “Who died and gave NBC naming rights to weather events?”
Below, the child was having her own little snow battle, throwing ice at the trees to cause an avalanche of falling ice for her father to video. He should have been a bit more concerned for the kid because when the ice comes down, so do huge branches. He should have realized trees were splitting and falling all around us. That is why these areas are fenced off from tourists. No one wants to be beaned by a falling 8″OD tree branch. The trees always win this battle.
This guy below got pelted with ice bombs too. He was in a restricted area.
In the woods surrounding the Falls, the trees rarely get iced. Here are a few shots of the peaceful, winter-loving critters. I wonder if they care if the storm is named after a beer.
Every time I take off to warmer climates, I like to show some cardinals. They are my happy bird. I just wish they would smile and wish me happy trails.
Next post will have me 35,000 feet in the air if we get to take off tomorrow. With WiFi, I hope to post on Surviving a Long Flight. My husband stays home to shovel the driveway, while Barbara and I will land in Maui that night. Oh, to have my feet in warm sand…