When the temperature turns negative, the pace of life changes. People stay inside. They watch TV and read. Buttons on key chains warm up cars before their drivers leave on errands. Last week, I ventured out, seeking the solitude and quiet of cold sunny days in late January.
A brackish outlet in Reid State Park filled with slushy runoff from a nearby 7-Eleven.
A vacant business in Augusta.
A solid tidepool in Casco Bay.
The Coldest Days are Sunny (Picasa).