Winter solitude

“God Himself became an irrelevant ice cream vendor
slowly scooping a ball of lemon sherbet
from horizon to painted horizon.”

It Was So Cold by Whitman McGowan

With the weather at a bone-chilling 10 degrees since Christmas Day, I figure it’s high time to post a few winter photos. You know, before it warms up again. (all photos by Adam/Journal Star)

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