It is blizzarding outside to beat the band - not so much a heap of snow (though there's plenty of it) as it is a gale-blustering windy storm. I made a few attempts to photograph the wind, but it is a difficult thing to capture on film. It shows itself in fleeting form, and by the time you get your camera in place, the manifestation has passed.
I'll be brief today - too many nights up until the wee hours in good company. Mostly, though, I am focusing on finding alternative travel plans for S and A, who left with their dad in a flurry of anxious haste to reach Portland.
Both have flights scheduled today. S is supposed to leave San Francisco for Hong Kong tomorrow, and both his bus to Boston and his flight to California were cancelled. So J packed up the car and said he would brave the bad roads and try to get him down south, and then out west, somehow.
A is traveling back to Denver. So far, her evening flight is on, but we'll see.
They packed extra blankets, water, and full snow gear for everyone, just in case. It looks like the beginning of a dicey travel day, and I will be on edge until everyone has arrived safely wherever they need to go. It could take a long time.
(Kate's stick has taken on some extra weight)
Don't worry, people tell a mother. Just stay calm. I try to capture the calm and hold on to it, but the fearful imaginings fly back in and sweep me up. Grasping those moments of serenity in the midst of an anxious time is a lot like trying to photograph the wind.