Your snow photos are wondrous. They communicate the magical other world the world becomes when transformed by snow.Everyone here moans and bitches when it snows. I tend to want to stand it in and watch it fall, feel it falling on me. I love how muffled the world gets after a significant snow. Everything is so hushed.One of my favorite snow memories is of walking my family's dear dog, Tootsie late on a January night through fast falling snow. The flakes were gigantic and were covering her black back and getting stuck in my eyelashes. It was just the two of us walking down the disappearing road, with the just the sounds of her tags jingling and her steady pant. She's been gone a long long time. She was such a good dog.Thanks for reminding me of that memory. It's funny how you think you'll remember everything, all the memories that are dear to you...but even those tend to fade.
Glad you like the snow pics, Laurel. I do as well, but they still didn't look like what my eye was seeing. I know that's an altogether different thing in many ways, but let's just say I don't have the skills nor equipment to get the pics just like I want them.I do find them lovely, though. And, like you, I love it when the snow is covering everything. A hush over the world. A time to slow down. Everything seems so much cleaner, newer, fresher. Glad the pics brought back some good memories for you! I never saw snow until we moved here when I was almost 14. It's so lovely!
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