Having grown up in Phoenix and subsequently moving to the temperate climate of southern California, I have had a hard time adjusting to the "seasons" of the Midwest.
Just today I had several "near misses" while driving on icy city streets. I couldn't find a parking space in a lot that usually has plenty of spaces - unless there are snow piles in them. I even got stuck going up a hill. A friendly neighbor tried to help by pushing my car, but to no avail. I used about half a tank of gas to finally force my way out.
And then there's the cold. My run was cut short today by freezing temperatures and snowy paths that I could only walk on. I've not done a good job of acquiring proper gear for the winter, so my thin bikers pants quickly became merely a sheet against the biting wind.
But despite all the inconveniences, nothing can compare to the beauty that has been provided. I snapped these shots outside my workplace. I actually walked outside - once again without the proper attire - and wobbled in my stilettos through the snow to capture these images.
While these pictures don't do any justice to what I saw, know that the branches of these trees reminded me of Christmas. The grove was filled with twinkling icicles that glittered in the sun like thousands of tiny lights.
And I just snapped this sunset shot from my front door.
And I did startle a herd of white tail deer on my run today. They scampered away at first, but then stopped and watched me carefully as I passed on the path.
Topping off the day: this crackling fire and a glass of chardonnay.
There may be a lot I don't appreciate about Midwest winters, but I do appreciate the beauty that surrounds them!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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