Alone in my hotel room on a rainy Monday night, I set my Canon PowerShot to manual and snapped a few pictures of my view, which for some reason garbled the Bat Signal. The following Thursday my co-worker and I saw our flights canceled due to the huge snowstorm that dumped a foot of snow on parts of the Dallas metroplex.
Finished at the customer’s site, we hit the road at about 1:30 p.m. and arrived at Dallas Love Field at 6:30 (where my car was parked). Not bad, considering we drove the final 60 miles through a blizzard.
While on the road, I missed the fun back home, wherein my son and wife made snow angels, a snowman, and snow ice cream. Their creative juices flowed so easily, no doubt, because the outside temperatures hovered just above freezing all afternoon and evening. Shannon captured a few choice pics, but I’m saving them for later.
The snow came so hard and so fast, however, that it still piled up to nine inches in our yard. The thermometer dipped below freezing for just a couple of wee morning hours — just enough to cancel area schools and give me a work from home day.
My busy day kept me from frolicking in the snow with Benjamin, but neighbors invited him to play. The following sunny day we hit the 50-degree mark and all but the shadiest of spots said goodbye to the snow. I’m talking about literal shade, not some mysterious uncle’s favorite bar.
I learned on the Houston trip not to put off taking pictures of intriguing places. The result is the opening pic and the one that I snapped of the unconventional street signs found near the Galleria. Sorry, no NASA, no palm trees, no jazz bar featuring a huge blue saxophone with a Volkswagen Beetle as its bottom “u” bend.



