Here in Denver, people are pretty spoiled when it comes to winter weather. Usually, we will have a day of snow and cold, and the next day the sun comes out, the temperatures climb, and people are once again walking around in shorts in January and February. Not this year. It has been constantly snowy and cold all month, and the snow never disappears from the side streets. When it does warm up, it is into the upper 30s instead of the 50s and 60s Denverites have come to expect. All this during a time of global warming, when things are supposed to be getting hotter. We might as well be living in Duluth. The photograph above I recently took while I was sitting at a stoplight in the Washington Park neighborhood at sunset, on a particularily cold day. And by the way, all the local newscasters and weather forecasters call that neighborhood "Wash Park," not to mention always calling Breckenridge "Breck." For some reason, that is starting to really bug me. It must be my inner curmudgeon coming out. And I notice it has been coming out a lot lately. Go figure.
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