It is raining in the Alps. Cold rain in the Alps is not fun. Yes, the clouds are pretty, but... Man, it's cold out there - 48 degrees Fahrenheit.
These photos were taken on the last day before the rains began.
Yes, I'm complaining about being in les Arcs. In Haute-Savoie. I know.
Speaking of locations, I have been paling around with astrocartography maps, trying to decide if it's Boise, Idaho, or Omaha, Nebraska, that is the ideal place for me - according to these maps, at least! I think it all comes down to daylight saving time...
Nixon signed the daylight saving law into being the year I was born. So, circuitously, if I moved to the wrong city based on an hour's difference, Nixon could be responsible for my personal astrological disaster. How fun is that?
And, once again, I tinker with animations:
All the Crooked Saints paperback release
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