The luxury of heat
I wrote this last week and never posted it...
Standing on a train platform when it's 3 deg F out and the windchill is somewhere around -7 deg F, makes for a chilly morning.
Stepping onto a heated train car and feeling the comfort of warm air surround me, reminded me of a photo essay by photographer Cosmin Bumbuţ in an issue of LensWork Magazine a few years back. The photographer had traveled Romania by rail, and photographed some of his fellow travelers. The cars are not heated and people bundle themselves as much as possible. Some warm themselves with fur, pelts, and that staple: vodka.
The photo essay is here: http://www.bumbutz.com/portfolio/transit/
And when I say it reminded me, I mean: I am extremely thankful for, and grateful to have, heated rail cars. It's a luxury not enjoyed by some when traveling.
lunch today
Lunch on Monday was outside on a picnic bench in a preserve of restored prairie while warm winds playfully moved around me.
I liked the shadow of my banana stem on the table.
She can be all four seasons in just one day
When we left Indy, it was partly cloudy, breezy, and a wonderful 61 deg F. By the time we got to Itasca (at 290 and 355) it was 38 deg F and the falling hail was almost completely horizontal.
