Tag Archives: winter

Camera: Snowmageddon

I live in the Midwest, where the weather can change in an instant and be incredibly dramatic. Like right now. It’s “the big one” of 2014 already, and we’ve been buried under inches and inches of the stuff, forced inside by high winds and frigid temperatures. Before it got completely out of control, though, we naturally ventured out to shovel at least once and take pictures and embrace our inner children.

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Winter

We’ve had an entire season’s worth of winter in a matter of a few days.  Before freeing the house from the weight of great icicles and snow, I did what any decent artist would do and took pictures:

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Warmth from the Badlands

After a while, winter begins to wear me down with its constant grey skies, freezing temperatures, and cold and flu season.  My family often takes this opportunity to reflect on the warmth and sunshine of our previous summer vacation.

Lately, when I become so cold I cannot warm up, I remember the Badlands.  It was 102 degrees when we were there last summer, though we also experienced ping-pong ball sized hail and a torrential downpour, all within three hours of one another.  We had a blast.  If you’ve never been there, the Badlands feel like the desert, only far more beautiful.  The caverns and small canyons are filled with stunning color and the lighting is just incredible.  Be warned: the temperature can become stifling, and there is nowhere to find respite from the sun.  However, once winter returns with its frigid embrace, you’ll be thankful to have experienced such warmth.

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Drifting

As much as I am ready for winter to just get the heck outta here already, I cannot help but be fascinated by the forms that snow can take.  A very small portion of the snow storm that has buried our nation’s capital swept through here on its way.  The worst part was the wind:  low visibility, massive drifts, you get the idea.  However, upon waking the next morning to a sunny, blue sky, I was struck by the roofline, where the snow had cascaded over the edge but not fallen, appearing as a gorgeous blanket drifting across our house.

I know, I know: our Christmas lights are still up.  Whatever.

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While the snow falls…

So, this is what is happening right now:

I should be out shoveling, but by the time I get to the end of the driveway, I’ll have to start all over again.  Schools are closing early because we’re getting 3 to 6 more inches!  Maybe I should use the snowblower…….but I’ll probably wait until my brother gets home from high school.

Instead, I’m doing this:

I’m loving my water-colored life.  I’ll take care of the snow later.

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Ice

Whew, this holiday alphabet thing is starting to wear me out.

I live in a region where ice is in abundance during the winter months.  Black ice, especially, is not your friend.  I remember coming out of the dorm one year at college, just in time to witness my friend, Kari, attempting to crawl up the slope of the parking lot while our other friend, Ryn, laughed and laughed.  I kept walking, wondering at this behavior, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at the sky.  My feet had gone out from under me like a freakish cartoon character.  So that’s why Kari was crawling:  black ice.  Now, Ryn had double the laughs.

Icicles are another area of fascination for me, and my parents’ house gets plenty of them.  I love knocking them down, hearing the fragile shatter as they hit the pavement.  I love to try and break off the huge icicles in one piece, turn them over in my hands and inspect the layers that have formed.  Then, I break those.  I loved doing this when I was little, and I love doing it now.

You have to really love winter in the northern Midwest, with its ice, sleet, snow, high winds, and frigid temperatures, or you’ll want to impale yourself on one of those icicles.

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