Location Taken: Rest stop on I-75 in Eastern Michigan
Time Taken: January 2011
In case you hadn’t noticed already, I love snow. And rain, and fog, and all sorts of “bad” weather.
I even love it in cases others wouldn’t.
Like while driving. I love driving in the snow and rain. Even the heavy stuff, where visibility drops like a rock. I do drive slower then, though not as slow as those people creeping along at 10 miles per hour. That’s because, unlike them, I can still see well enough to drive at a decent speed. And I also know how to drive in potentially risky situations.
That’s one of the oddest places my artistic training has come in handy. I’m really good at spotting subtle details and quickly analyzing them. Such as the subtle detail of where the lane markings are under half an inch of water, or even half an inch of snow (well, there I more analyze the flatness and usage patterns of the road, but still). I also have really good night vision. I often say I can see in the dark, and that’s only half exaggeration. I can feel my way around in the dark, and if there’s even a little light, my eyes can adjust to that level. I don’t bother turning on lights when I need to take a bathroom break in the middle of the night, despite the fact that it’s a narrow convoluted path to it that included many places to stub a toe.
I’ve also gotten a lot of practice driving in rain, snow, and darkness. In fact, I volunteer for it, since I prefer driving when there’s not a burning day orb sucking away my energy and irradiating my skin. I know how to tell when the snow or rain is causing friction problems, and how to deal with it when it is. I certainly know things that should be no-brainers, like not driving through any water that’s a foot deep or so. I don’t even like driving through water I can’t see the bottom of. There’s an increasing chance of the road being damaged the higher the water goes, and cars can float off in a foot of water if they’ve got a low enough bed.
