After a 6-week winter hiatus, during which I worked on a very interesting project for my friend Doug, I have returned to the blog-o-sphere to once again ruminate about the world that we live in.
For the third time in about as many weeks, we have been thrust into the deep freeze. This morning, when I walked over to the Patisserie, the temperature was -8 F and the windchill -20 F. This didn’t stop the diehards from showing up and by 10 am the place was packed.
It was then that I saw this woman walking down the street. I grabbed my tablet (the dinner plate camera) and went outside to get her picture.
Even in the heart of winter, when the weather is doing its level best to kill us, there are hearty souls who still find an occasion for whimsy. For some reason, I am reminded of the artwork of Maurice Sendak.It’s like having a wild thing riding on your head.
She told me that her hat was made from an old sweater. What a brilliant idea.