Saskatoon — If I close my eyes it sounds like spring. Robins. Crows. Waxwings. Every day this week I have worn a different coat. Yesterday it was wool in the freezing rain. The night before it was leather against the wind and in the afternoon it was boiled wool in the sun. We must change our skin in the spring but only as spring will let us. Winter boots today, or rubber ones? Or might the snow melt before...
Toronto — I pass a man on Bloor Street, gleefully squealing into his phone. He bends down to pick up a handful of the freshly fallen snow, shoving it into the screen, like he’s giving someone a first taste of c...
Mammoth lakes — The weekend goal: stay alive. I’ve tumbled, landed on my knees (on the wonderful spot where I skinned my knee earlier this week), landed on my butt, eaten snow. Around me, people speeding by effortl...
Beauty Within The Cold
Winter tastes like salty tears and warm cookies. Skiing down an icy slope tastes like worried freedom, not quite right, but not quite wrong.
Riding in 40cm of fresh powder with some of the most dear and lovely faces around? Hell yeah!
Ladybugs make good company
Snowflakes look like snowflakes
The Icing on the Kleingartenkolonies Cake
Winter community garden ~ from a WV-cum-Bayerisch friend's balcony
Snow fixed abode
Winter returns, again.
Too cold to stay out tonight for the NYE festivities at the Children's Theatre in Darkhan, but we popped by to let Terra take a peek in her sled.
The first epic snowfall of the year
Let It Snow, Let It Snow
snow.. rain... stay awhile
Even the birds are confused.
It's in the middle of April and it snowed here in Michigan... We're in an ice age, aren't we?
Winter's last hurrah.
Snowbording in Hakuba
Dear Winter blues, you are overstaying your welcome.
This long winter is bringing me down.
Everything has an expiry date; that includes you Winter Wonderland...
Another parking ban...
It snowed last night. And this morning. This afternoon, it mostly rained. This evening, it's snowing again. I managed to get out early this morning to baptize our new snow blower, purchased last week after the one my parents left behind when we bought their house ten years ago died earlier this winter. Tonight, the driveway is filled with slush. In the morning, it'll be ice. I worked 15 hours today. No time to clear more crud from the driveway. I dream that someday, I'll move to Vermont and tap maple trees and not have to deal with insane deadlines and incompetent managers. Today, however, is not that day.
Fresh, untouched powder on the otherside.
Snow? I only see bacon.
One thing about heavy snowfall: It muffles the city's usual aural assault — and dramatically changes its character.
How to make snow ice cream:
Ascending the heights of the Japanese Alps in Hakuba, Nagano Prefecture.
Our revels now are ended.
All the frozen details.
Its snowing in the office park and I'm enjoying the contrast of gentle white on hard black pavement
Snowy day, first of the season. View from the Yale School of Architecture down Chapel Street.
The wintry sleet beneath my feet, makes me think...
I think it'll be staying awhile this time.
Snowflakes taste like burnt tears.