That's my kid-brother holding the ladder. It's the day after Christmas - 2004. That's snow. That's winter. That's lovely - and (lordy, I'm showing my age with this admission) - I don't miss it. I keep thinking I've got to reflect a little more on the poetry inspired by snow - the romance of it - the quiet still sparkling wonder of it.
Nope. It's just not working. I took my van through the car wash today. It was 53'. I was hatless, gloveless, bootless, coatless and yes - snowless. I love it . Waaaaahhh. I'm old. I've gone over to the dark side. Oh, well - guess I'll walk outside in my slippers and enjoy the full moon. (Oh, yes. I'm up on the ladder trying to photograph an ice-festooned bird's nest)