The forecast called for frigid beauty.
It was a sunny day with bright white snow under a clear blue sky and only a gentle wind, so most of the snow remains on the branches. Can you think of any better contrast? |
The amount becomes "significant" when the snow on the railing is higher than it is wide. |
Yep, gotta get out there to enjoy the winter beauty. |
Snow and ice and everything nice. |
Red, white, and blue, with a little green added for the Italian-Americans. |
The ice was probably frozen harder away from the edge where the snow had insulated the flow from the recent cold. FYI, snowshoes coated with ice are really, really heavy. |
It's good to have a warm place to return to after being outside in single Fahrenheit digits, even if one warms up from walking in weighted shoes. |
Later that same day, over the still-open channel, the reverse sunset illuminate the tops of the trees. |
In the opposite direction, all that whiteness turns golden. |
And the sky is no longer blue. |
Live Life!
ReplyDeleteI assume that is the place you now call home.
ReplyDeleteBut what is home? We are fortunate to have two residences, and the definition of "home" has blurred. Using a definition from my 20s, yes, this is home, since this is where my LPs reside.
DeleteIn NY State, it is not “home” but instead “domicile” that is critical.
ReplyDeleteBut alas, both are in NY, so which is the domicile is irrelevant to the Tax Man.
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ReplyDeleteI APPLAUD your short plod, very nice Randy!!!
ReplyDeleteWish I'd thought of working that phrase in. Very poetic!
DeleteYour reports about Rochester winters put you right up there with Admundsen, Perry and Byrd.
ReplyDeleteThis was in the Adirondack woods. Rochester winters are not nearly as much fun. But I appreciate the good company.
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