I am a dedicated acrophobe, so no no no you won't see any photos from great heights. Oh no.
There is nothing more uplifting than looking down and seeing Mama Pajama with a snow nose:
(Mama Pajama survived a horrible anti-immune disease at age six, which claimed most of her ears, one lung, and a good deal of her kidney function. It did NOT claim her spirit or her life, and at twelve and a half she is my hero.)
Hardly anyone in these parts bothers to shovel. They are tickled by the snow and figure it's going to melt anyway. Looking down Monroe St.
Looking up at the appropriately named A.I.R. Studio sign. (A.I.R. stands for Artist In Residence. If you want to come live in Paducah's Art District for a week or a month, this is the spot.)
The whippets are fascinated with looking down the storm drains. So am I. They are made of brick and they are ancient. At night they serve as a raccoon Interstate. Whole families emerge to check out whats going on in Lower Town.
Looking up in the newest gallery's window, I think "Hey! There we are!" Only I can't imagine walking whippets in heels! Studio 7 features these art rugs.
Looking up at Paducah Yoga Center.
Looking down in front of the Yoga Center - ah, yes, the famed Snow Angel Pose!
Looking upstream: on the left is the Ohio River; on the right is the Tennessee River. I thought we were in Kentucky?
Looking downstream towards the Mississippi. I think Kentucky has an identity problem.
Looking up Broadway from the river.
Looking down Broadway towards the river. The farthest trees are in Illinois.
Looking up a giant snow bank at Sam I Am the King of the Mountain!