I've always said that I'm a "dial-a-season" girl. Leaves and gorgeous colors in the fall, and I like snow at Christmas because, well, it's supposed to be snowy then, unless you live in Australia. Christmas in the summer does mess with you head when you've always experienced Christmas in the winter. Seasons just don't work on my personal whims!
I've always said that I'm a "dial-a-season" girl.
Anyway, I'm trying really hard to embrace all of the white stuff that we've been receiving this year. Granted, it is beautiful, covering the landscape in frosty wonder, and as I look at it through my camera lens, I do see the beauty instead of of the shoveling and sliding around. Have a look at what I'm enjoying through my camera's eye.
These brave snow birds clung to branches on a walk through Drake Park. They didn't seem to mind one little bit that their tree was coated in ice. They continued to sing their lovely song. Oh, to be like the birds. They puff up their feathers and croon a bird melody no matter what comes their way.
Near our house is a little man-made lake with benches, a walking path, dog park and community garden. It's part of my daily walk, most of the time. While the bench is still sitting there, not many people are sitting on it. I love how it's still there, just waiting. Isn't that what winter is about? Waiting, and letting things be dormant until the appropriate time?
Snow and ice form incredible, intricate patterns on the edge of the stream that flows through Shevlin Park. There were areas where the ice and water were that iridescent blue that we equate with glaciers from snowbound areas. It's the loveliest color of blue there is, thanks to the absorption of light and depth of the ice; fascinating scientific stuff that I don't understand.
Another contemplating bench placed in another part of Discovery Lake Park. My baby stood in the distance as our Isabella ran like a mad hatter through drifts that almost buried her. Then she'd pop up and do it again, all while my man watched in amazement. Did I mention this day was about 13 degrees?
A diminutive stone building sits by the edge of the river near the far end of Drake Park. The snow was just enough of a covering to make all white at this point; the pretty dusting I like for Christmas. Can you imagine living in a place that sits on the edge of the Deschutes? One's daily view would continually float by in an ever changing picture.
Ok, this crazy, insane girl of mine adores the snow. She will burrow down with her nose and slide on her face in a silly swirling back and forth motion. Isabella runs like the wind, bounding through the snow. She is oblivious to the cold, wearing her warm brown fluffy coat. I do pay attention to her paws, though, making sure snowballs aren't stuck in her pads.
I'm finding that there is something intensely peaceful about a snow-covered winter. Unlike the wet, drizzly ones that I've lived in for many previous years, where mud tracks in and the sound of tires on the pavement is amplified, snow is muffled, muting all sounds. When I'm out walking I hear the squeak of my boots with each step, the chatter of the birds and the sound of shovels scooping up the piles to clear a path. Maybe, walking in snow paths is my winter labyrinth.
Peaceful winter, my friends!
Missy
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