A frozen Bryan

Updating fotografs of the freeze in Bryan-College Station.

My car... couldn't get in bcause the door handles were frozen over.




My bike... whooooooo!!



A tree in front... superbly frozen over.. looked like it was glass-encased.



Our balcony roof.. dripping icicles.




The railing outside the front door.




Frozen water from leaves of the bush out front.

The years I spent with you

The years I spent with you
 Went past like moments few
 In a flash the time flew
 Vanishing as does the morning dew.
 
 But now that you are with me no longer
 And the same time seems to stretch longer
 For the glimpse of your face I hunger
 Wishing on your beauty my eyes may linger.
 
 Things everywhere remind my heart of you
 And make my days so gloomy and blue
 To see, to touch, to hold you
 Other than these, my wishes are few.
 
 In the arms of your betrothed happy you are
 In a place from me away and far
 In me living only memories are
 Tears in the eyes my vision mar.
 
 I wish you everlasting happiness my love
 As I sail away from this protected cove
 To be a nomad and this earth rove
 In search of another to call my love.

The vagaries of weather

This year has been a strange one… weather-wise. We had a torrid summer which just refused to let go. Just a few days ago, during the first week of December, temperatures here were as high as 86 F (30 C). I had never experienced such a long summer in my four years at Bryan-College Station. We had even taken to joking that Texas has officially been handed over to the Australians.

And then, this week, winter kicked in with a bang! Last night, College Station froze over. The thermometer crashed to 25 F (~ -4 C) and to add to the fun, it was raining. The result?? Sheets of ice – on the roads, on the stairs… everywhere. When I got up this morning and looked out the window, I see that my car is covered with a layer of ice… with icicles hanging down the bottom. I come out of my room and look towards the balcony. More icicles!! This was again a new experience for me in B-CS. Talk about extremes!

People were slipping on the roads and stairs … falling… hurting. All because they were unaccustomed to this. The trees and plants had a coating of ice on them that crinkled whenever they swayed in the wind.

And then, when the sun started to peek out a bit, the ice began to melt and slide off the roofs and plants. The sound that made was something else again. “A continuous sliding, tinkling sound” doesn’t do it justice but those are the only words I can think of that even come close.

While I did take some pictures of a frozen B-CS, it’ll be a while before I can put them up here. I am yet to transition from a film SLR camera to a digital one. As of now, I have to get the film processed and the photos printed. I promise that I’ll put them up ASAP.



Hasta mañana.