Too cold for roses
The world was looking pretty gorgeous this morning and I was tempted to stop a few times on the way to work. I passed up a few really good locations. I did eventually stop as I passed Griffith park – it was too cold for roses, but I stopped to smell them anyway. The car was telling me it was -4 degrees, but that didn’t deter the ducks from nestling their downy bottoms into the river. It did encourage me to nestle myself back into the cozy car pretty quickly though.
Cold bottoms and night lights
‘Crisp and bright’. That’s how you might describe this morning. I wouldn’t quite go as far as to say it was ‘fecken freezin’, where I was standing, but I’d be pretty sure that would be how the bottom of those boats felt. I kinda liked the faint glow from the lights on deck – they remind me of the night-light we have on our landing so the kids can find their way to the bathroom at night.
I don’t normally do this, but…
I see a lot of beautiful sights (and plenty of ugly ones too) on my daily commute. A 50 mile round-trip through the countryside of Meath, Dublin city and the coast at Sandymount. It takes 35 minutes each way on the bike, but I normally allow myself 30 minutes or less, so there’s rarely time to stop. I’m not saying last night’s sunset was the best I’ve seen, by a long shot, but it was quite a nice one in front of me as I crossed the East Link and headed up the quays, and for a change, I did stop and take a few shots.
