SnOwregon 2019 ~ Post XII ~ THE AFTERMATH: Part II ~ Smaller Scale Difficulties ~ Original Photography And Short Discussion About Some Fascinating Troubles With This Big Snow Business ~

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On The Wane-Side Of The Snowy Wonderland

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The Joy Of The Lovely Of It All ~ Part XI ~ The Aftermath: In Town -- Close Up and (Somewhat) Personal

Yes, believe it or not, I am STILL discussing snowfall. After all, it IS still snowing SOMEWHERE in the world. Plus, I've got more photos left in my camera. So, we'll continue on, like a big old four wheeler with a honkin' plow stuck to the front, barreling on through the final dregs of snow still left on the roadways of life. Which is apropos, as some of this post has to do with snow on the roads. Yes, sometimes you have to search out that bright spot in the darkening cloud on the horizon of posting, even if it IS due to the reflection of interest and light from a flat-white surface. Be it snow, or electronic paper. (Whatever DOES that mean?!) So, read on and peruse, my Steemit faithful, of the SnOwregon extravaganza. For as we've stated previously:

For Every Action There Is An Equal and Opposite RE-Action -- Now Revisited In Close-Up Perspective

So, once more, WITH further ado:

The Aftermath of SnOwregon 2019

Enjoy away...

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Previous SnOwregon PAIN and PLEASURE Posts:

The Aftermath: Highway Freefall TreeFall Madness
Puffy NightSnows
Industrial Magic and Light ~ Part II
Industrial Magic and Light ~ Part I
Goin Out The Country ~ Part II
Goin Out The Country ~ Part I
Drive n' Around The NightSnows ~ Part II
Drive n' Around The NightSnows ~ Part I
Whispy NightSnows
SnOwregon 2019 THE PAIN-Post II
SnOwregon 2019 THE PAIN-Post I

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The Literal Club Is Now In Session

I got a good chuckle out of this sign when I first got out of the car at the plastics place. (Making new grommet Patch-It's for my tarps, that the snow blew out during the beginning days of SnOwregon 2019.) My first thought, "where ELSE would the snow come from. Duh-yuuh! " Then a chunk slid off the roof and kaa-whoompfff'd into the parking lot from above. Oh, THAT'S what the sign means!

I appreciated the 'heads up', if not a bit in retrospect. I can't imagine getting hit on the head by a big wharfle of snow from 20 feet up, let alone a 20 story building. That could get serious. Luckily, all our buildings here are short. It's more of a messy inconvenience down the collar, than a true, life-threatening threat.

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How Deep IS That Puddle?

Someone once asked Abraham Lincoln, "how long should a persons legs be? " To which he replied, "long enough to reach the ground." Which kind of reminds me of the dilemma of a puddle. You never know how deep it is, until you actually get into it. Which is exactly why they recommend NOT driving through them, in flooded conditions. There may not be a road left, and no bottom to your trip. But in this case, things turned out OK. The snow was melting fast, and collecting everywhere, doing it's best Water Cycle Part II thing. I drove through this puddle, and I'm still here to tell about it. Yes, yes, I know...a bold move. Sometimes you just have to step out and live on the edge, every now and then.

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Whatever You Do, Don't Eat The Black Snow

This block-y stuff was everywhere after being plowed. Snow always looks so gorgeous when it first falls, then turns to black mush shortly thereafter. I guess it only goes to show how dirty our streets are. I call this the yin and yang of snowfall. White beauty becomes black gӧӧck thereafter. And it's even stark black and white. (I tried to make a little yin/yang emoji here. It didn't work. Anyone savvy on these things?)

I remember as a kid, I LOVED to run around after a big snowfall, kicking those huge, black chunks of old snow off the cars with my special red galoshes. Those of you in snow country know what I'm talking about. Those sooty-black snow glaciers that accumulate on the underside of the car, right behind each wheel. They were often curved, where the spinning tire wore them down in a semi circle. Like an inverted shark fin. You'd just give them a good, swift kick, and off they'd plop to the street below. It was SO satisfying. Then I'd jump up and down on the block to smash it into smithereens. Not sure WHAT that was about. I suppose we all have our very own, simple pleasures of life.

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Mount Messy At The Local Mall

A LARGER pile of black snow, at the shopping mall. These things ended up in every parking lot throughout town. Some were ENORMOUS. Way taller than the Subaru. I'm amazed at how dirty all the shopping lots are too. You'd think this was coal country. These mall mountain ranges stayed around for a LONG time after the original snow was gone. I should have thought ahead, and kept some of this in the freezer for a sneaky snowball ambush on my friends in July. Oh well, hind sight is SO often 20-40. I'm sure my friends are all glad for that off-kilter hindsight as well.

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The Lady Bug Kids

You ever want to attract a kid to an area? Or more than one kid? Make a huge pile of snow. Biking past the mall, I noticed these young explorers messing around on a huge plow-pile. This became a common occurrence, after the original snows had melted. Kids popped up everywhere, playing on these enormous mounds of snow. Reminded me of lady bugs. Ever have one land on your finger? They ALWAYS go 'up'. Kids are like that too. Always climbing to the top of the pile. I think there is a Schteinn Science Report in the making here. Stay tuned, sports fans.

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Dang!

Another flimsy structure bites the dust. We discussed this waaaayyy back in the early infancy of SnOwregon 2019. In post installment number one or two. The crushed temporary shelter. I saw quite a few of these while traveling across town. There's probably a vehicle under there somewhere. Hard on the old car. THAT'S why you're supposed to stay up all night long for days on end, people. Shoveling the snow from your structure, to keep this from happening. I should teach a course at the local community college. Late Night Snow Removal-101. I'm certain I would become quite well known.

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Who's Great Idea Was THIS?!

Dilbob the cat, expressing his certain displeasure over the lack of good walking space in the yard. A large issue both during and after the big storm. All the cats used the few cleared kitty pathways around the yard. Most of the walkways were made by yours truly, as I had a hard time trudging through the 14 inches of snow too. And my stomach is more than 6 inches off the ground. What a pain that would be. And it showed. I don't think any other animal on this green earth does disdain quite like a cat. Dilbob has the look down pat.

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The Urban Bird -or- A Taggle of Turkeys On The Move

What IS the official name for a group of turkeys? Geese bunch up in a gaggle, and these birds are big, like a goose. So it I'm going with a Turkey Gaggle, or Taggle. Whatever the true official name might be, these huge birds wandered about my neighborhood for some time after the storm. They don't do disdain quite like a cat, but still looked a bit flummoxed by all this snowy folderol. They picked and pecked around in the grass and snow, probably looking for seeds or bugs, or whatever else a turkey likes to eat. Luckily for these gals (and one guy), they'll never get fat by November, getting all this exercise and eating with such pickiness. I guess every dark snow-cloud has a silver lining after all.

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Reminds Me A Bit Of Me

Better quit poking along, Myron. Your taggle of friends are on the move to the next block already.

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Brings A Tear To Your Eye

One of the many perks of heavy snowfall, beyond incredible beauty and late-night photography? Getting creative in the front yard. And the downside of this artistic endeavor? And resulting aftermath? All your lovely, artsy moments turn to sad, disappearing monuments to creative genius. This lumpy giant is having a bad day. I guess 40 degree weather will do that to you. Last time I drove by, he was long gone. Nothing to show for his existence but a fond, passing memory, and a patch of well-watered grass. I'm sure the artist is crestfallen, and no doubt waiting for the next big blow of snow.

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"You Shall Not Pass!!"

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"Dude, You Just Hit My Mom With A Snowball!"

Another problem with this heavy snow business? Couple it with that incredibly creative genius we just discussed above, and you get sidewalks completely blocked for weeks and weeks as the snow melts. This was a particularly large (and downright awesome) fort. Built strategically on the intersection of two roads, right smack-dab on the corner. Situated 'just right' from a professional, castle-builder-of-old's view. And no doubt where the placement specialist would have put it. Incredible view and full defensive access in ALL directions. A real plus for the lookouts, scanning 360°for marauding bands. Or pesky mothers, calling you in for lunch. They're obviously teaching kids a lot in school these days.

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"Doot-de-doot-dee-dooo, KLONK!"

Talk about a road hazard! I bike this lane late at night in the dark. Can't imagine hitting this enormous iceberg on a bike while pedaling along at 16 mph. I managed to miss it, but these things would put a definite damper on your evening. This berg stayed around for a LONG time. And there were many of these strewn all along the path. Probably left over from the city park shoveling gang. Thanks Be for a decent, rechargeable headlight. And reflexes like a cat. (But very little disdain on my part.)

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My Laundry Line During The Storm. Sans Laundry

Though I've tried, it doesn't work well to hang your laundry 'out' during this type of weather. Just gets really stiff, and never gets completely dry. But it DOES make for cool photos. (The snow, not my hanging fineries). Let me state with grand purpose though, there is a MONDO downside to this sort of excessive, gorgeous accumulation of snow on the lines...

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Dumb Stupid Snows Anyway!

An Improved Tilt Toward The Sun's Rays?

My laundry line, after everything melted away. It's now a bit wonky, but still seems to work. Though I'm pretty sure I lost about 28% of original H.L.S.A.* in THE AFTERMATH. Bummer man.
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I'll pull out my handyman fix-it box, and try to set it right. But this sad thing may end up as spare tent poles or aluminum tubing for some other project around the farm. (I've 'been going to' put up a new, longer line system for some time now. Though I'm not sure if 3 or 4 years classifies as a 'long time'. This may be a perfect jumping off point for this project. Do not hold your breath...unless you LIKE holding your breath). I DO I love the snow, but it's darn hard on the laundry day dynamics and other household efficiencies.

Well, that's about it for some more SnOwregon 2019 ~ THE AFTERMATH. I hope you've enjoyed this look at things that go awry during and after a large snow event. Stay tuned, believe it or not, there may be more ( :

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~ Finto ~ _{(Temporaritudinale')}

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Thanks for stopping in and viewing SnOwregon 2019: The AFTERMATH - Part II. If you have any thoughts about things that occur during or AFTER a snowstorm, turkeys, laundry lines, cats in disdain, bike lane glaciers (pronounced glaah-see-airs), laundry line difficulties, cooly-odd signs, or anything else this post reminds you of, please feel free to comment away in the spaces below. I'd love to hear from you.

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_{Posted: 05/16/2019 @ 18:18}

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