tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post7447418985231090820..comments2024-02-02T03:30:23.617-05:00Comments on Divinipotent Daily: Bleeping Blizzards!Michele Hushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-11522669886082475892010-12-27T18:41:18.125-05:002010-12-27T18:41:18.125-05:00I wish I had that photo, too, J. But the image is ...I wish I had that photo, too, J. But the image is burned in my memory.Michele Hushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-9812161720318294312010-12-27T17:54:46.874-05:002010-12-27T17:54:46.874-05:00I love this! I so wish you had a picture of the ma...I love this! I so wish you had a picture of the man in the armchair atop of the pile of plowed snow. I'm just in love with that image. (Lucky for me you paint with words.)jhttp://zebrasounds.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-74376271457996973522010-12-27T11:26:55.258-05:002010-12-27T11:26:55.258-05:00Thanks, Caissie. Warm, dry and upright — my goal f...Thanks, Caissie. Warm, dry and upright — my goal for the day.Michele Hushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-1444323730911224112010-12-27T09:42:02.433-05:002010-12-27T09:42:02.433-05:00Wow! Great post, Michele. As always, your observat...Wow! Great post, Michele. As always, your observations make me feel like I have seen wonderful things.<br /><br />Stay warm and dry and upright on the ice!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11798598928728794653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-86421626421273804122010-12-26T22:02:34.205-05:002010-12-26T22:02:34.205-05:00Thank you, Tom. You are exactly right about the tr...Thank you, Tom. You are exactly right about the transformation. Well said.<br /><br />Susan, when you've live here long enough you get accustomed to seeing things that make no sense in a normal world but somehow seem perfectly natural in this crazy city. Even so, the armchair guy was pretty special. If that happened now, there would be a million photos of the guy all over the Internet.Michele Hushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-6334493311106042952010-12-26T21:33:55.356-05:002010-12-26T21:33:55.356-05:00This is so great, and I only WISH I could have bee...This is so great, and I only WISH I could have been there to see the man in the armchair atop the snow pile! We've just come back in from dinner with a friend—just three blocks away, but the most memorable I've ever walked, since it was my first in a New York blizzard! Loved it (and my brand-new knee-high rainboots arrived just in time).Susan Champlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10048154401015032595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-71289612899552281252010-12-26T19:29:46.907-05:002010-12-26T19:29:46.907-05:00Your post captures the mood perfectly. Snowstorms ...Your post captures the mood perfectly. Snowstorms are magical, and we tend to forgive the hassle and inconvenience as we marvel at the mass of whiteness, stand in awe of nature's power, and delight in the temporary suspension of rules and transformation of our universe from the ordinary to the sublime.Thomas Fifferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08709841415778262214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-18648368797656053292010-12-26T19:17:48.259-05:002010-12-26T19:17:48.259-05:00Thank you, Katherine. I love snow, but I'm not...Thank you, Katherine. I love snow, but I'm not going out until morning. Too c-c-c-cold!Michele Hushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-12694929616802244752010-12-26T18:49:52.470-05:002010-12-26T18:49:52.470-05:00Beautiful. I'm longing to be in your blizzard ...Beautiful. I'm longing to be in your blizzard instead of my sunshine. The picture of Trinity Church and graveyard in snow transported me back to my Chicago days. I used to love to walk at the University of Chicago when it snowed. Such quiet, old beauty.<br /><br />The Stevens' poem is a perfect complement to your storm. I'd forgotten this lovely poem about "the nothing that is."<br /><br />Stay warm, Michele.Katherine C. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08834591103511225376noreply@blogger.com