The Day After the Blizzard
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The next morning when I woke up, I glanced out the window and only saw snow what was left from last night and the skies was clear and blue. When I stepped outside, the sun glorified her presence and, although the packed snow turned to ice, everything that was blanketed with powder snow was gradually melting into molecules of water or just ugly slush. Tis quite amazing from yesterday, upon watching the blizzard had taken over the weather condition. When we see snow, we say how beautiful and white, but in nature, it can cause major damage when there's an abundance.
Lots of trees and wires were weighted by the accumulation of snow flakes resting lightly which quickly became a weighted burden which caused branches to bend with leaves touching the sidewalk, or decoration light wires to finally collapse onto the streets.
As a photographer, I grabbed for my Nikon and scouted in taking photos of the afternath before doing my personal shopping. Had to be careful not to walk under the trees, the tree tops were melting from the sun's radiance and started to drip which caused a slight 'rainfall' of its own without the clouds. Local cleanup crews were everywhere shoveling the snow and breaking the ice making walking and driving tolerable.
This was the perfect opportunity for me in capturing winter and icicle shots... one doesn't really see that much of snow or ice in US-FL, rather they feel the bitter winds and invisible cold air. I had slipped a few times and almost fell whilst walking with care (actually, I was admiring what I thought of being a 'great' shot ... when I actual came close to falling, I decided to walk to location first, THEN aim and shoot).
From what I've been informed, Batumi hardly faces this much snow (on Friday the snowfall became a full blizzard, I walked to the school and introduced myself to new co-teachers and director who is a serious version of Roberto Benigni). Most students didn't show up due to the weather, but the teachers arrived to collect their text books for their classes.
I received my schedule which Thea, a tall, slender version of a That Girl, from her choice of wardrobe, and Irma, the other co-teacher who first greeted me with a welcome smile when I arrived at the school. After a few hours and watching the snow continual to blow and blanket everything within its path, Thea translated from the Director that I could go home and return Monday, since that is the offical day when everyone, mostly students, are due back.
Before I left, Thea informed that the snow should be gone by Monday. "Saturday, it will melt, Sunday nothing but water and Monday, warm again," she said. From the looks of today, she was certainly right about the melting, I can hardly wait what Sunday shall bring.