A few weeks ago my Dad informed me that my photos on here really stink. He put it kindly, to be sure:
You probably shouldn’t post any more photos on your blog until you get a nicer camera. Your photos are….not red hot.
I promptly informed that was awesome, I was a Canon girl.
(Yes, my parents read and apparently critique my blog. I really should have thought this out a little more.)
Anyway. I’m completely ignoring his advice and sharing some (crappy iPhone) photos that show the swirling weather in my fair town. Sure, everyone always clutches their chest when you mention the big “C” word and then spits out “BUT THE WINTER THERE IS JUST HORRIBLE!” Typically this person lives in Boca Raton, has no idea what constitutes “snow” and has zero idea what they are talking about. Fargo has a tough winter. Chicago has winter. There is a huge difference.
Anyway. Chicago in the spring is a teeter totter of weather patterns- a mix of spring, summer and even wintery days. You never know what you are going to get- you have to leave a few sweaters out but your skirts should be close by as well. Also your UGGs, your rain boots & your flip flops.
I love this town.
Love the second shot. Awesome. Not crappy.
And now that I live 3hrs away from Fargo, I am sure to get snippy when my Chicago friends complain about future winters. Cuz there ain’t no comparison.
Thanks! Oooh…I will be thinking of you next winter!