We seem to be in the midst of a particularly nasty cold snap. The high temperature hasn't hit positive numbers for nearly a week now. Today, for instance, the high was almost -5 degrees with a wind chill of -30. The national weather service is issuing cold warnings for people to watch out for hypothermia, and many of the local schools are closed on account of the cold. In spite of the ungodly temperatures, the days have been very clear and sunny, and except for this weekend (when there were advisements not to leave your house) I've been able to take some pictures out and about that I'm quite happy with.

Last Friday was the last day the temps were livable, with the daytime average right around 0, so in between running Mike I stopped by that same Silver lake again, to find it even thicker with steam than I've seen it yet. While shooting pics of the geese in the steam again (some nice color and atmosphere in those) I started to feel bad for the little mallards who are just totally dominated and out-competed by the geese, so I ventured out of my car to feed them some corn and kick the geese away. It was cold, but I was glad I went out because the cold and the hunger

(and the fact that people drive by all the time just to throw bread and such for the waterfowl) no doubt made the ducks and geese very bold, and I was feeding them mostly right out of my hand--the geese even pecked and pulled at my hair and coat. It was fun. :) In any case, I think I got some rather extraordinary shots of the ducks this time that I'm quite optimistic about.

Something of note is that when I picked Mike up at school earlier last week, I noticed a large group of ROBINS (wtf?!) hanging around the area. No doubt they were freezing their butts off. Usually they move a little south, but not this year I guess. The weekend after was shot (partly due to Mike's science fair project needing to be finished, and partly due to cleaning the house) *mostly* due to the cold. The temps over the weekend never rose above -15, and the wind chill was pure insanity. I remember winters where it was this cold for a month at a time. I think I'm actually getting used to it now, though, because I don't feel any colder in these temperatures than I did when it was 15--either that or I'm living much of my waking time in a mild state of hypothermia.

Today, however, we were installing a radon mitigation system into the basement, which apparently involves drilling a hole through a cinderblock wall and another in the cement floor of the tuck-under garage. I woke up to loud drilling at 7am, and decided (after an hour of laying unhappily awake) to retreat to Gramma's house for the duration. That actually worked out pretty well, because the harsh cold and the snow had all the local birds out and desperate for the feed we put out for them.

I got some great shots of cardinals, chickadees, and a couple woodpeckers, but what made me really happy was that there were about 5 bluejays that came and went at various times of the day, and I filled an entire album with just bluejay shots.
I'm continuing to try to wade through the work I need to be doing, but efficiency around here is not so good lately. So I feel like heel, but I don't have much art progress to show for the last week. Hopefully now that Mike's big project is done, I'll have a little more time to myself.