These days, I’m not so much hiding from winter as I am beat down by winter like an aging heavyweight boxer lying on the mat, dazed, confused, with blood and spittle running from my slackened jaw as my eyes struggle to focus on what is happening around me before accepting fate, and closing them. *cue soundtrack*

But hey, it’s February, and like the saying goes, “new month, same old cold, miserable, bullshit.”

Obviously, I am riding a wave of hyperbole and caffeine this morning, as I recap a week of nothing. For that, I make no apologies.

I snowshoed close to ten miles in two days, and it was OK, until it wasn’t. Meaning that Tuesday’s lumber was OK, but on Wednesday, I found myself cursing the endless winter with every labored step I took through the snow.

On top of that, I was seeing nothing to photograph, and forced myself to add in a short photo creep at Meridian Park on the way home. A decision that yielded a couple of shots of a downy woodpecker, and frozen hands due to re-entering the cold with slightly damp gloves and a slow photo-creeper pace.

Come Thursday, I was in no mood to be cold or trudge through the snow seeing nothing to photograph for what seems like the 400th day in a row, so I spent the day doing house stuff and driving Wifey crazy anytime she emerged from her office. Good times, good times.

In fact, Thursday was so good, I’m doing it again on Friday, except I do have to leave the house. I need some warm temps, stat! Lest ye take a hostage.

Note I: Downy woodpecker shots were during a post-lumber photo creep, and the male cardinal was shot in the yard of the Cul-De-Sac Shack.

Note II: I don’t have to complain about winter, but gahdamn it feels good.

Later.