This one goes back only six years (next week’s will be worse) to 2014, one of the January storms that are fairly common for North Carolina; if we’re going to have only one decent storm, it’s generally in January. So far this winter we have had none at all, not even a smidgen – I think a couple of flakes blew around one day for a few minutes, but that was it. We’ll just have to see what happens – previous predictions, including The Girlfriend’s that it always/usually/often/occasionally snows ten days or so after a winter thunderstorm (some Farmers’ Almanac thing I believe,) have all petered out.
With a decent enough snowfall, things can get a lot more picturesque, but there are a few factors that can prevent me from taking advantage of this: no good light following, no good landscapes or compelling subjects in close proximity, and of course, a distinct reluctance to chance the conditions of any particular road solely for a ‘good photo’ – I guess I won’t ever make it big on Instagram. North Carolina does not rank among the best states in adequately clearing the roads during and after a storm, and few of the vehicles that I ever have access to are good winter choices – because we rarely have serious winter here in the first place. So if there’s a chance of bad driving, I just stay home. My first car, after all, was wrecked during a blizzard in New York.
Thus the pic from our own yard. Compelling, timeless, expressive, captivating? No. Interesting? A tad fartistic? Maybe – that’s up to you to decide. But taken on January 29th, so it fits the bill today.