Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Winter Without End

I live in the great Northeast.  Winter has been what my girlfriend used to call a "titty freezer".  She used to say that when we were young, growing up in SoCal, heading to Mammoth or Tahoe to ski. That was a cakewalk compared to how cold it's been here in February.

We woke to -11F this morning.  Last night, the wind chill supposedly hit -25F.  It's been in the single digits or low teens most of this month...again, not including the wind chill.

Snow, snow, more snow.  It just keeps coming.

I'll let the photos speak for themselves.

12" accumulation on our rear deck Valentine's Day

Bundled up on a 10 degree day, shoveling...shoveling
Post shoveling Feb 22 with total accumulation 22"

Turkeys feeding on seeds and dog food my husband scatters.
 On this morning we counted 17.

"Turkeys in Flight" by Cole Scott Photography

Instead of shooting wild turkey, I'm inclined to drink it.


Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Valentines & Other Things

I came home from work Friday night to find a vase of red roses, a bottle of Coppola Pinot Noir, a funny card about marriage, a box of chocolates worthy of Forrest Gump & his mamma.


As if this were not enough, the biggest surprise of all...water color paints, brushes, cold pressed paper & a book on watercolor technique.

You could have knocked me down.

I haven't seriously painted since college.

I haven't tried since ten years ago when I bought myself watercolor supplies, several books and began sketching again.  I never followed through with any of it.

After profusely thanking him, I asked what made him pick up the art supplies.  His answer,  "You've always regretted not continuing with your art in college and I 'it's never too late' and went to the Art Store & talked with the owner about the proper supplies to get you started."

He paused and looked at me expectantly.

"Are you going to try?"

Well, yes.  Yes I am.

Hope your Valentine's Day was as nice as mine.  


Friday, February 6, 2015



The real story of how the teddy bear was conceived is not as cute as the myth nor this 1902 newspaper cartoon depicting President Theodore Roosevelt refusing to shoot a tethered bear cub. The myth, however, did lead to the creation of the original stuffed bear known as "Teddy's bear".  

Mass production ensued and we have enjoyed teddy bears as presents, comforting toys & cherished family heirlooms for over one hundred years.

I never thought we'd see them turned into sexual provocateurs.  Vermont Teddy Bear, the innocuous manufacturer of cutsey pie Teddys in PJs & Dr's whites & tee shirts & the like has gone over to the dark of should I say "grey" side with this Valentine's Day offering:


Then, some horny woman who apparently liked to find "comfort" in the arms of her Teddy bear decided to go one better & invented a teddy bear vibrator.  

As one commentor on one of the articles I read put it, "I'm glad to see this is 100% washable.  The thought of some child burying their face in it is horrible."



Monday, February 2, 2015

Monday Mash Up

We won't have Mitt Romney to kick around anymore.  And I, for one, am freakin' grateful. 

I think everyone knows what happened last night.

And Punxatawney Phil sees his shadow, forecasting 6 more weeks of winter.   As one who lives in the Northeast which is, again, getting pounded by snow, I say "No shit, Sherlock."


Friday, January 30, 2015

Tragedy in a Small Town

I live in a small town; a small rural town comprised of resort lodging, magnificent natural wonders, recreational opportunities at every turn.  It is a fairly quiet place with the consistent and necessary ebb and flow of visitors who come to ski, hike, mountain climb, ice climb, golf, fish, canoe and kayak or just breathe clean air.  

During the seventeen years my husband and I have lived here, there have been very few major events of note.  Seven years ago, three people were shot to death in the local Army Navy store during a failed robbery.  That was the biggest news here in over a decade.  Last year, a fourteen year old girl disappeared after school. The hunt was on for nine months despite many believing she was either a runaway or dead.  She turned up last Fall after a harrowing kidnapping, having been held prisoner in a shipping container and sexually assaulted by her 31 year old kidnapper.  But she's alive and her story is one of hope.

This week, a man I knew as an acquaintance due to his close friendship with my good friends, shot his wife then himself.  It's a very old story but the difference is, everyone in our valley knew them in one way or another.  They were "native locals".  They were born and raised here.  They have four children.  They had a twenty seven year long troubled marriage filled with abusive behaviour on both sides.  Alcohol was a problem.  But nothing pointed to this ending. 

People are haunted by this event.  It's not a news event, something you see on TV and can turn off.  It's too close to home.  It undermines everything people think they believe when it comes to their neighbor, friend, family member.  Because, if this guy with whom we have partied, worked, grown up with and known all our lives can do this to his wife and, ultimately, his children, what is there to believe in? 


Monday, January 26, 2015

Snowmageddon, Polar Vortex, Snowpocalypse... Bombogenesis?

Yes. We in the East are expecting a big storm. A huge storm. Some call it "snowmageddon". Others call it the result of the Polar Vortex. Still others like "snowpocalypse". But "bombogenesis"?

Okay. "Bombogenesis" it is.


by Cole Scott