As every day here has been at least in the high eighties since I can remember, I take a reprieve from the dog days of summer via photos I shot two years ago at my lovely home in West Virginia. I’ll never forget that by that point in my life, due to changing hemispheres so often, it was my third consecutive winter, only to be followed by another upon my “permanent” return to Chile. Oh how I wanted to feel the heat of the very sun heating me now.
So, it may be hot, but I can’t complain.
Days upon days of cold allowed large icicles to form and loom from the roof of my house. However, due to temperatures finally rising, these winter wonders were short lived.
