PRETTY. NOT FROZEN. WITH BRIGHT COLORS.

It snowed. Again. We had a couple of days intermission, but it doesn’t seem we’ve had a real pause between storms. I did not take any pictures of today’s storm. I wasn’t feeling inspired. More like depressed. I hoped we’d miss this one. It wasn’t a big storm. A itty bitty one, but still a storm.

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Maybe I’ll take a few pictures tomorrow. The new pictures will look exactly like the previous pictures. I’m limited to taking pictures from my doorways. All three of them — back, front, and side. Then there are views from my picture window, a few through my kitchen or bathroom windows. They seem unchanged, except for the growth of the ice dams.

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More snow looks the same as it has looked since the first storm at the end of January. Hard to believe until January 27th, the ground was clear.

I’m sure we will remember this as the most brutal and brief winter ever.

The buildup of ice along the back of the house is bad, but there’s nothing we can do about it until it warms up and melts. It’s too thick to break and pulling it off will take the gutters with them.

We’re going to have some repairs to do on the roof and siding when this is over. That’s what insurance is for. This kind of damage is covered and we will not be the only ones putting in claims as spring comes and we can to assess the damage.

In the meantime, Garry brought home flowers the other day. So, rather than shooting more snow, I thought I’d shoot flowers. Because they are pretty, not frozen, and colorful.

THEN IT SNOWED EVEN MORE

It has not been the apocalypse. Not “Snowmageddon.” Nonetheless, as I write this, we are approaching three feet of accumulated snow. It’s not over, either. Depending on who you are following, we’ve got quite a few hours more of storm to navigate. More snow on Friday and maybe more on Monday. An awful lot of white stuff.

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So let’s do good news first.

Snow is crystallized water. When it melts, it usually does it slowly enough to be absorbed by the aquifer. Snow is better for the water supply than heavy rains.

This snow, though huge, came late. We got through most of January without any significant snowfall. In one more month, it will be the end of February and three weeks after that, the vernal equinox. In other words, spring. Winter arrived with a bang, but it will be a brief season. Not like the years when it starts snowing in November and we don’t see the ground again until April. No matter how much snow we get between now and whenever, they can’t take away the extra weeks we got where the ground was clear and the landscape was not a frozen wasteland.

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The unfortunate part is self-evident.

A lot of snow means a lot of snow-removal. We hope we can find someone to plow us out. Eventually, I’m sure we will, but we are poor, so we are not high on the rankings of places to plow first. The guys with plows will dig out people with fatter checkbooks before they get to us. I could complain about that, but I also understand the economics which apply. Some of these guys depend on the money they earn in the winter to keep them through warmer months, so they hustle while there’s business.

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Someone will help us. I just don’t know when. Meanwhile, it’s beautiful. A bit arctic. The snow is deep. This is the most snow I’ve ever seen from a single storm. It may be a record for the region. Still, there’s no arguing with how pretty it is.

SNOW IS FALLING, FALLING, FALLING

Embrace the Ick — Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that thought until your skin squirms. Now, write a glowing puff piece about its amazing merits.


I guess it would depend on how you feel about blizzards. I love them. I do. The excitement, the crazed, hyper meteorologists practically foaming at the mouth with enthusiasm. They do truly live for storms and it’s contagious. Briefly, before I get into the actual dynamics of what is about to happen, I’m a child again. No school! For like, a week!

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Then, I remember I am not a kid. I’m a senior citizen trapped in the house until we can find someone to plow out our ski slope (aka, the driveway). It would make a pretty good bunny slope, actually and I have often thought of how we could earn a few bucks from it. Never quite worked out the details, but I haven’t stopped hoping.

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At nine in the morning …

When I went to sleep last night, the predictions for this area had gone down to just about 18 inches, but when I got up this morning, it was obvious we had exceeded the predictions.

At three in the afternoon …

Since it’s still snowing to beat the band and isn’t going to stop until sometime late tomorrow, we may actually get the prize for total accumulation, though for sheer ferocity and damage, Cape Cod, Cape Ann, Hull, Scituate, and other places on the edge of the Atlantic are getting thoroughly trounced.

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So, enjoy the pictures. If you are in New England or New York, you probably have your own pictures. It’s hard to argue with the beauty of a major snow event. Snow is elegant. It produces naturally monochromatic images that can be quite breathtaking. I couldn’t get more than a couple of feet from any door and some of the doors proved nearly impossible to open, what with the snow piled up against it.

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All of these pictures are taken from our deck, out one of the windows, or from the bottom of the driveway. There’s nowhere else to go. Owen and Garry did some digging in the front yard so the dogs could get out, but even our snow-loving Australian Shepherd seems to think a nice, indoor nap is a better idea. I’m with him.

I’ll make pasta sauce later. The smell of the sauce should make us all feel cozy and warm. Meanwhile, the snow is falling, falling, falling.

CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER: CEE’S ODDBALL PHOTO CHALLENGE

Challenge: 2015 Week #4

“Curiouser and curiouser!” Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, 
that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).”
― Lewis Carroll, 
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

Oddball:  noun   a person or thing that is atypical, bizarre, eccentric, or nonconforming
                 adjective  whimsically free-spirited; eccentric; atypical

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strange artistic woods

STUFF IN THE GARDEN — CEE’S ODD BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2015 Week #3

A different challenge got me thinking about benches. Lawn furniture in general and that got me wondering what I’ve done with all the pictures I’ve taken of our tables, chairs, frogs, and whatever else lives in the garden. Today, the oddballs are garden stuff. Benches, chairs, table, and more.

THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL – IN BLACK AND WHITE

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Weather

The weather outside really is frightful. It’s below zero with a wind chill that makes it worse. I’m not sure how much worse. Tomorrow? Some snow, of course. This is January in New England. We have weather. Lots and lots of it.

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Weather is a particularly good subject for black and white. Cloud formations, snow, and ice are naturals in monochrome. Even a sunrise can look smashing in monochrome.

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Living in New England, we have a lot of all of different kinds of weather. And if you don’t like the weather right now? Wait a minute …

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SNOW FALLING WITH PAW PRINTS

For once, our weather forecasts were dead on. They predicted a little bit of snow. Less than an inch. I’m always suspicious because so often, they predict “a little bit of snow” and I wake up in the morning and we are buried under two or more feet of white stuff.

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But this time, Wunderground predicted snow would start falling around 9 in the morning and end an hour or two later.

Indeed it did. When I got up at eight, it was overcast, but nothing was on the ground nor was anything falling. I went back to bed. I got up an hour later. It was snowing. I grabbed a camera, took a few pictures. Always trying to capture the falling snow. It’s easier to see the flakes at night than it is during the day, but you can judge for yourself whether or not I succeeded.

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Bonnie thought I was offering her a rare opportunity to explore the deck and had to go out and poke around, so her paw prints are all over at least one picture.

Bonnie was a Christmas puppy and her natural habitat is snow. I remember housebreaking Bonnie during one of the snowiest winters we ever had. Up to my hips in snow, with more of it falling and the wind blowing. It was dark and so cold. There I was, saying “Bonnie, please just go already.”

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And Bonnie was playing with the snow, making tunnels. Bounding through drifts. Rolling and digging. Never mind poor mom who needed to go inside to defrost.

She still loves the snow, although these days she is equally happy with piles of leaves that drop from the oaks every autumn. Anything in which she can dig and tunnel. Terriers. Earth dogs indeed. But also, snow dogs.