Les and I July 61
In January, 1941, my brother and I were dropped off to walk a mile
and a half through the deep snow to our home. Neither the folk who
had given us a ride or we knew that the temperature had dropped to fifty-five below farenheit. Here is my memory of the night my knees were frozen.
posted by Fran @ 7:55 AM
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5 Comments:
Hello Fran,
The picture is wonderful--I love the soft muted colors. I hope you elaborate on the story! Sure glad you lived to tell it.
Fascinating. And a very beautiful pic, despite the cold. I agree with Barbara, too. More, more:-)
Great image, Fran. I can feel the cold even thought it's over 100 degrees outside right now.
Vi
Your images are wonderful, Fran, they have such an ethereal quality.
I've been on a walk or two like that myself...they're long walks, but you know, they're pretty wonderful too.
Anita Marie
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