The past few weeks the theme has been the snow shovel. Shovelling and heaving and building up those muscles.
Last week a person asked me if I wanted to see a picture of a gigantic snow bank piled and blown up against a person’s door.
“Is it white?” I asked. And I never did take a look at that picture.
Snow shovelling can make a person rude.
Last week a person asked me if I wanted to see a picture of a gigantic snow bank piled and blown up against a person’s door.
“Is it white?” I asked. And I never did take a look at that picture.
Snow shovelling can make a person rude.
Crow at our Feeder
Buster Peeking Over Snowbank
Our Cozy Winter Home
Blizzard
Snow Bridge
***
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
William Carlos Williams: Blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
William Carlos Williams: Blizzard
Sunday Snow-Shoeing
Gotta Light?
Let Me In!!
Losing Living Room View
Buster Investigating a Buried Van
Disappearing House
Note: This house is across the road from our house!
View from our Woodshed
