
it seems like
i’m in a snow globe,
on a shelf
by mistake,
and i can’t find my way out–
so please do not shake!

it seems like
i’m in a snow globe,
on a shelf
by mistake,
and i can’t find my way out–
so please do not shake!

at the ski resort,
i show the young grandkids where
snow really comes from
–photo by me

you asked me
if i like the snow;
i said that
it’s okay–
to be fair, ask me again
on an april day
–photo by me

It’s December, and we’re finally having the weather we should’ve had in November–not that I’m complaining. The trees are all frosted, so I’ve decided to take a walk with my camera down to the local mine pit.

I’m nearing the pit now, and the ground falls away beneath my feet. This is the scary part for an old man on foot; one misstep could lead to a floundering in the snow at best, or perhaps a broken hip with a less fortunate landing. I press on.

I’ve made it down to the water level. The wind coming off the open water is especially nasty, and the cold seems to blow right through my clothes.

It’s too cold to hang around long, so I’m snapping a few quickies before I start up the hill again. My fingers are frozen, and it’s hard to handle the camera.

I begin the slippery ascent, but when I take a look back, I see an ice formation in the water that looks to me like an angel. I hope that’s not a sign concerning my walk home.
–Photos by me

at christmas,
the new snow made me
so inspired
and cheery,
but now, in the spring, it’s more
like tired and weary

–photos by me

in utter silence,
entire clouds come crashing down
in fluffy pieces
–photo by me

Snow, snow, go away
Come again on Christmas Day
It looks as though I must delay
My plans to ride my bike today.
Snow, snow, disappear
Come again late in the year
For though I’m trying to persevere
I’ve really had it up to here.
–Photo by me
With all this snow, my son Aaron and I decided to take a little road trip to try to find the source of it all. We have a pretty good idea, so we’re heading for Giant’s Ridge.

I’ve never seen so much snow hung up in the trees. We had to detour a few miles back because the snow had toppled a few of the big pines right on the road.

We decided to take a backroad to the ridge; now I’m not so sure this was a good idea.

After some hair-raising turns and slides on the forest road, we’re finally getting close; I can see snow drifting up between the trees.

Sure enough, we’ve found the culprit! I guess I better stop blaming God!!
–Photos by me

snow in the flowers
has all too quickly become
flowers in the snow
–photo by me

winter clouds come down
for a visit, but they get
hung up in the trees
it’s nice to have visitors–
till they hang around too long
–photo by me