Frigid sunset, Mame's

When I woke up this morning, the wind was already strong and the Arctic cold had brought the mercury—I know it's an environmental sin, but I still have a thermometer that uses the potentially polluting liquid-metal—down to the low single digits. There was a Wind Chill Warning up for temperatures so frigid that flesh would freeze on contact with the sharp air and anyone venturing outside would surely die. OK, I made up that last part, but it was certainly not casual walking weather, so I had to content myself with dashing across the hardware store parking lot for supplies and hauling in armload after armload of wood to feed the seemingly endless appetites of the two stoves. On a dusk run to the wood pile, I noticed the sunset and raced back inside to grab my camera. By mid-February, the scene often conveys a bit of warmth wrapped around the definitely increasing minutes of light. Any warmth here is a definite illusion. The coming cold after dark is probably something for the record books... the low record books.