Blizzard musings

Blizzards are not for the faint of heart. Most people choose to witness the fury of a blizzard from the inside of their safe and cozy abode. Yesterday photographers and folks with pooches were the exception. A lovely greyhound with a red coat, a sweet older golden, my friend John's terrier, Teddy, our goldens and two small dogs too far to identify.

With a wind chill well below zero even the hardiest couldn't stay out long. The words of a talented nature photographer named Dan Tobyne rang in my ears." The worse the weather the better the photographs. " The wind whirled in vicious, biting gusts and the steely gray sky showed no promise of a warming sun. The prize for such bravery.....the exhilarating feeling of being alive in nature's fiercest elements.

There was a distinct feeling of excitement in the air as we walked through Concord Center.

People were feasting on hot soup, drinking tea and hunkering into the warmth and friendship of one of the few places open. The steaming cup of latte I shared with Paul at Main Street

cafe tasted especially sweet.