Bob CollinsThe brilliant sunshine came out — for a few seconds — in flyover country today, momentarily lifting spirits and, as coincidence would have it, allowing us to read a fabulous New York Times blog looking at our tundra with a “yeah, I remember how I was like that once” attitude.
“Winter was something that I was quite scared of, moving to Minnesota,” photographer Jenn Ackerman, a native of Virginia, tells the New York Times’ Lens blog. “But I’d heard that if you want to love Minnesota, you have to accept winter. So I thought, ‘O.K., I don’t know what that means, but I’m going to do this.’ ”
We get it. We’ve been there. We bought the, “if you’re going to live here, you have to love winter” ideal until we simply couldn’t stand living with ourselves — and this miserable excuse for a season — any more.
She provides lovely pictures of bleak God-forsaken pathetic living-in-a-cold hell hearty Minnesotans who are upholding the fraudulent mythic soul-crushing reality of living here.
If anyone from the outside world should be navigating to this page, please: help us.
(h/t: Hart VanDenburg)
