Today was one of those days that was so cold it was painful to breathe. And it seemed like I had to just keep going outside and coming back in, going back out and coming back in. And my nose would be so cold sometimes, I'd think about those people that try to climb Mount Everest, and they get just past the first camp ground area when a snowstorm hits and they zip themselves in those bags, but it's still too cold and frostbite sets in and even though the rescue team braved the thin air in a helicopter against the better judgement of conventional science/procedures but were successful and saved the climbers, the frostbite destroyed their noses. And maybe a finger.
And how awful would it be to be an amputee? Especially the face area. Why is it that we have such a strong emotional attachment to faces. I guess they're so visible, and all so different that we derive identity from our face in a completely unique way.
But what is it about identity that we are so emotional, so protective about? Would it be so awful to have the same face as someone else? Identical twins deal with this to some extent. I wonder if I would like having a twin. It seems like it would be nice to have someone who saw things the way you do all the time. But then, do twins do that? It could be like in adaptation, when Nick Cage says to himself, "We have the exact same DNA. How lonely is that?" because his twin is so different and they don't understand each other.
On the other hand, it would be equally awful to have someone who thought the same as you, looked and acted the same as you, was exactly like you so that even those close to you could be fooled. It be like having a doppelganger. Which would be horrifying.
The other thing about the constant temperature change is that my hands cannot stay moisturized! It's got to be the a combination of the weather and the incessant hand washing I have to do between Photography and Printmaking. Man is that a lethal combination for skin!
The snow is rather scenic though. Somehow in spite of all this I still kinda love the magic of it. It sparkles, and makes it so bright outside. I guess the roads haven't been overly treacherous in about a week, so that's probably why I can start seeing it as snow again. When I'm fishtailing, it's a blight on the land.