I’m a visual learner. It’s insane. You can tell me something a million times and I may or may not remember it as well as just showing me something once. Just once. Remember those childhood mystery books about Cam Jansen and her photographic memory? She just looked at something and closed her eyes and said, “Click.” That’s all it took and it was seared into her brain. She helped solve crimes. She was cool. She’s a lot like me…if I were 20 years younger and had a lot more time on my hands.
I decided to use my visual learning prowess to my advantage. Although I haven’t complained about the weather yet this season, I’m sure it’ll happen any second now. It’s supposed to be 16 degrees tonight and 11 degrees tomorrow night! I’m always cold when I’m at home even though the heat is well on and Cassidy and Scarlet seem just fine. Is this a body fat or blood pressure or circulation thing? Is it in my head? No time to figure out the answer! I’ve shivered 17 times since beginning this post. So since they say there’s power in visual thinking, I’ve decided to think hot. (or warm)
I’ve spent some time staring at the hottest pictures I have taken…sadly not that kind of hot. I don’t share those on public websites because it wouldn’t seem right..
And now let’s take a heat tour. Let’s visualize sun-kissed shoulders and the smell of coconuts.
We’ll begin on a San Diego beach. This picture was taken in December and still we were in t-shirts on the beach at sunset. People live like this. Every day! People like my neighbors who are moving there next year and they don’t realize that I’m going with them. Awkward? No.
Next let’s go down south to the tip of the world – Key West. Here’s a nice reflection of palm trees on the water under a hot sunrise. It’s so hot here I’m two seconds away from putting down this camera, stripping down to a bathing suit and jumping in.
Next I’m back in New England but it’s so hot and sunny that it’s time for sunscreen and sun hats for Scarlet.
Or she just decides it’s too hot for any clothes:
Here we are in Blairstown and you can practically feel the scorching heat and hear the swishing sound of the horses flicking the bugs away from their tails.
Even San Francisco was never below 40 or 50 during the worst of days. I was lucky enough to experience a few SF heat waves back in the day.
Even though the clouds look refreshing, this picture reminds me how hot and stifling it actually is to fly for six hours with a baby on your lap. So hot.
This wolf looks hot, right? He’s downright panting in the sweltering heat.
Sunglasses and laying on the grass.
I actually feel better now. I should do this more often.