This is another image taken during the recent snowstorm that wrapped up on a Sunday morning. Thanks to the timing of that storm I found myself basically alone to shoot several scenes of this local downtown decked out for the holidays. I always like having time to do what I want, when I want without complications and that might possibly come from being an only child! When I was young my parents would have fights and the talk of divorce was spoken out loud frequently and became a very real fear that occupied a lot of my mind. Those days of my youth were indelibly burned into my mind,not knowing where I would end up or what might unfold and that is still etched in my memory almost 50 plus years later. To their credit they somehow managed to reconcile their issues, but whenever I see a child who has to deal with the finality of divorce, I remember vividly how it affected me even though my parents stayed together, so I have much empathy for those kids. Now back on track, My wife loves to come up with things to do when I take vacation but those ideas are usually not well received. For some reason I count the days till going back to work and when someone suggests using a day for whatever unplanned idea they have, it usually ends up with me getting irritated and dwelling on the vacation getting shorter? These moments out in the elements and the gift of being able to see and capture the beauty is something I need to express my gratitude for the blessings I have been given more often! Any psychoanalysts out there who have a hypothesis for my strange vacation reasoning?
Donald Reese Photography 
I know where this is. Been up & down this street a few times.
That’s too bad about the negative dynamics between your parents when you were growing up. I’m sure it must have been very upsetting for you. My mother used to tell me that her parents argued sometimes after she went to bed, and when they did, she would put the pillow over her head so she wouldn’t hear them. I was fortunate that my parents never argued. It’s funny, though, that my childhood life prior to age 10 was so calm and uneventful that I remember little about it! I only tend to remember the few bad times, or unusual times. After age 10, two sisters around my age moved next door, and after that the fun began. I remember many of those times.
Going outside as you do into the elements and into nature, by yourself, searching for interesting subjects, and creating beautiful photographs has to be freeing (especially when there are not too many problems). I imagine you forget yourself, and everything else, when you are doing that. I think that is always good.
I think you are right!