I had an idea for a picture I would take if it snowed. It did snow (a bit), so I carried out my idea.
I’m partial to Elsa from Frozen. I don’t like winter or cold weather and I’m not a Disney person (I grew up in communism, we didn’t have Disney), but Elsa’s my favourite. She’s a bit distant and never had a love interest. Also, eldest daughter.
So, we had some snow in Manchester earlier in the week, courtesy of Storm Arwen. I hate snow. I hate cold weather. I wish I could skip winter and go to spring as soon as autumn ends. But, I said to myself, one should challenge oneself with one’s photography. So I took pictures of snow.
So we have been having some BAAAAAAD weather lately, aka Beast from the East; temperature below freezing, icy wind and snow, lots of snow. Snow is not something I want to photograph, mainly because I hate it. But my tram stop gave me a sight to behold.
Some construction work has been going on here (this is quite usual, Manchester Metrolink network has expanded so much in the past few years–with help from EU funds, but that’s another story).
Can you see the wheelbarrow sticking out from the pile of snow?
As I said in a previous Random and Weird phone Shots post, I have a thing about wheelbarrows. I even have a Wheelbarrows Pinterest board. So naturally I always notice them and if I can, photograph them. Closer shot here:
It looks so sad and abandoned and lost in the snow. It seems as if The Beast got the poor wheelbarrow.
However, this is the next day:
It endured. And so it will, while the snow will (eventually) melt.
And so will we. Though we still have days of The Beast in front of us.
The morning of Friday 13th January at the tram stop. Some snow here.
I got so pessimistic about everything that I was shocked about trams actually running with no delays. Really.
UK doesn’t get that much snow so it takes little to cause disruptions.
Just yesterday I saw a page I follow on Facebook dedicated to old pictures of Bratislava, my home town, posting about the record snowfall of 1987–thirty years ago. I believe most of Europe suffered this extreme cold spell. I was only six then but remember bits of it. There were heaps of snow as tall as me and my mum had to walk to her workplace because the public transport wasn’t running. The great “snow calamity”, as we called it in former Czechoslovakia, was still talked about many years afterwards. People laugh when they reminisce about those days, but I’m sure it wasn’t funny then!
Some pictures from that time (just ignore the text).