Not long before Christmas, when it was so damned cold here in the Minneapolis Metro that no one should be out walking, I traipsed down to the municipal beach to have a look.
The beach was closed, of course, so there was plenty of room to park.
(Confession: on a stiflingly hot summer day we were parked illegally at the beach lot. An officer came by to shoo us along. For some reason we avoided a ticket, and I re-learned a lesson taught many times before: Don't Park in a residents only spot if you don't have a permit!)
Today, winter, frigid, unpleasant, detour-ville. I was the only parker, walker, photographer, blog writer. You'd have been welcome to come walk with me if you'd been properly bundled up -- ski cap, neck gaiter, down vest, windproof outer coat, gloves, lip balm, glasses, handkerchief, etc., etc. -- we could have had a fine time together.
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