When I was younger my mother was fond of saying there’s no such thing as a bad day, just bad ten minutes.
She was wrong.
Or, I suppose, if she was correct, then today was a whole series of bad ten minutes. A snowstorm which ought not have been as big a deal as it was turned my 45 minute commute into a two hour ordeal. My mailbox was knocked off (for the third time in six years) by a city snowplow driven – I can only imagine – by Mr. Magoo. And upon finally arriving at the office, one of my key employees greeted me with his two weeks’ notice. Good for him (it’s a move in the direction he wanted to go) – not so good for me.
But enough belly aching. I did manage to get some interesting shots on the drive. Don’t worry, it wasn’t as dangerous as it sounds, after all I was only going about two miles an hour!
And for the third day in a row, there’s a bonus shot. This guy just seemed to have a death wish. While the storm really wasn’t as bad as it looked, I don’t think tail gating a semi that closely is a good idea in any conditions, let alone with low visibility on somewhat slippery roads!