We are still firmly ensconced in winter's icy grip: beauty and bleakness orchestrated into a somber melody. Being cold is expected; sunshine making snow sparkles is an unexpected gift.
Moving to the park, I greeted a chipper friend who wanted to fight with my camera.
The snow is criss-crossed with squirrel hops and people steps. Children up here may not know what a giraffe is, but a squirrel makes an easy illustration.
Speckled trees like snowy sentinels guarding a slick, slippery sidewalk (oh la la, alliteration)
The best part of this frosty phenomenon called winter is Dry Bridge Park, now prime sledding real estate. Families gather on the weekend to burn their children's energy by the fun, followed by the work. Going down is easy; ice picks are needed on the way up. Or to burn their dog's energy at the same time; one family I saw had their Great Dane with them who would chase their daughter down the hill, perfectly able to keep up with the sled. Them big dogs.
Truly, even if just for a few hours, the days are better with the sun shining. I have been blown away by the beauty of winter the last couple of days; where before, I was confounded by the constant chill. Gratitude has welled up in my heart for God's awesome creation, even if it does complicate my life. I can't describe the gift of the sun warming my cheek, while my breath creates clouds before my face.
True to winter's contradictory nature, after this morning's sunshine, a deep, dense fog rolled into the streets of Kalispell. We are hiding in the basement next to the wood fire, but I must venture out soon to change the rabbit's frozen water bowls.
We have not been posting much because all of us contributers are fed up with blogger and the old design of this blog. It has it oddities and quirks, but lately they have become unbearable. Of course, I doubt whether anything will change; we run like a squeaky, rusty old locomotive at times. But our hope is to soon have a better way to interface with you all and put our best foot forward in this world-wide web.