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It was a truly tropical two degrees Celsius as I walked to work today, after a heavy (-ish) frost overnight. Yet still no snow on the mountain! To prove this to all of you in Internet land, here is a photograph taken from the fire escape of the building at 8 am this morning. You may note the cloudless blue sky. I am not really sure why, but it does seem to be the clearer the winter morning this year, the colder it is.

I have been thinking about things very much of late. I decided that, on balance, I am in favour of them.
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Anonymous said…
There is some truth to your observations. No snow is no moisture in "the clouds" that you don't have resulting is a spotless blue sky made up of water vapor but not enough to materialize and drop in any form. I think. LOL

Thanks for the visit. Sorry you got to see the draft version of the post. I will try harder next time.
16 June 2008 at 19:35
Jules said…
Yes the highlands of PNG do remind me very much of the cooler parts of Australia but it doesn't get THAT cold!! We do get snow though on the top of our highest mountain Mt Wilheim.
16 June 2008 at 21:12
freefalling said…
Yes.
Generally, I am in favour of things, too.
17 June 2008 at 09:36
Mary Stebbins Taitt said…
Nice scene. Hard to imagine snow, and that it's winter there when it is so hot here. Never been south of the equator! Will there be snow there sometime soon?

Yes.
Generally, I am in favour of things, too. :-D
19 June 2008 at 11:50
Kris McCracken said…
The mountain would usually have snow by now. It has been quite cold weather, just no snow as of yet. It very rarely snows at ground level though. Jen has lived in Hobart for 28 (?) years and it has snowed at sea level twice.
19 June 2008 at 12:51
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