Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable. —Charles Baudelaire
In December, freezing rain brought widespread power outages; the damage to trees, especially the oaks, epitomized a brutal side of nature. A lesser storm iced the roads again this week, while another brief round may arrive tomorrow.
There’s no such thing as bad weather, just soft people. —Bill Bowerman