An evening, later in summer
Didn’ rain, but made a good impression of it.
Beware! Very large picture!
Spring seems to come, finally. Still a bit stuttering, though, average temperatures go up and down 10 degrees every two days.
On of the common situations in which a heart attack is not unexpected is while plowing snow. Now that I have survived that, ploughing might get me a second change.
At least I got the nearly thigh-high lawn mowed by now, the dead reed around the pond is mostly cut off, the rhododendrons got a handful of quite expensive compound fertiliser each, and this and that and those, too, but a lot is left to-do, still; the garden-year just started.
‘t was a short glimpse, only
Shortly after that, rain restarted.
A little bit of snow
little! It caused a nearly full standstill on the streets. 660 km of traffic jam in an area about the size of the state of New Jersey (USA) and only a slightly higher population.
They blamed the weather report, of course, because they were not able to predict the area of snowfall down to the single kilometer in a considerably chaotic atmosphere with several high and low pressure areas lying in horizontal and vertical juxtaposition— it was quite some mess up there.
Sun on the snow. A rare event here.
That small and tiny amount of snow fell—with a nationwide warning three days in advance—and chaos ensued.
As it does every bloody year.
Winter without Snow
That’s how it looks after all of that precious crystallised water changed its condition of aggregation to something more viscous. Looks a bit dirty now, does it not?
Changed the projection of the panorama to “General Panini” and the aspect ratio to 1:3 which seems to be the common aspect ratio of print shops (as if somebody wants to print that). Because the single pictures were of obviously highly differing quality (if somebody has a spare camera that could be called at least “decent”: I would be more than happy to help you freeing some of your highly valued storage room) no further changes were made to the picture; it is the raw thing out of a fully automated Hugin