Wintry View Out the Front Window

It began to snow on Thursday afternoon, and it snowed and it blew all night long. When I awoke, I went to the front window and looked out. This was my view. In the middle of things you can see Barb's butterfly garden in the snow. I took all of the pretties out of it and stored them. I miss my pink flamingo and the green bird, but they will be back again come springtime.

We have not seen much of bunnies (and here) or deer, but come morning, the yard is full of tracks. My husband has been stalking the rabbit. It has been keeping a low profile. He won't put up with that nonsense. His goal is to meet and befriend every rabbit on the property. I wonder how long it will take with this latest bun.

The wind and blowing snow were the big story of the day. I went for a walk and my intention was to capture some really great blowy-snowy shots. Well, I SAW plenty of snow blustering all around. Did I get a single decent shot of that? No, I did not.

In fact, I choked. Let's admit it. I did have my umbrella and my camera. I skipped the tunes box because I wanted all of my wits about me, and my attention on the here and now, and no cords or cables to mess with; nothing to lose in the snow.

I walked to the end of our driveway. I turned right. And the big wind came, and it blustered and it blew, and suddenly, the road disappeared and there was a wall of whiteness coming toward me. I had to turn away, shelter the camera, even still in its case; in jeopardy, somehow. 

Maybe - MAYBE - I could have gotten a shot of all of that drama if I'd have sacrificed the camera. But I couldn't - wouldn't - do it. The camera means too much. It can't be replaced. It better be a darn good shot to make it even worth the risk.

I encountered the same experience on Tow Hill. I walked up to photograph an old truck I like to use as a photo op, especially in the snow. I got a few shots, nothing special. 

And then that wind came again: another wall of white. The road disappeared again. There was nothing left in the world but whiteness, and shining, flying, sparkly flakes. I had the camera out; I quickly put it AWAY. Simply stood and watched, amazed. Bearing witness to the winter.

Somehow, the only decent snow shots I got were the ones I took from indoors, where the wind couldn't get me; where the frozen world of snow couldn't demand its sacrifices. So here is a view out our picture window of the new fallen snow.

My husband wasn't feeling well, so he spent the evening on the couch and I sat in a chair nearby. We watched TV: the Grinch, and Frosty; then X-files. The 1995 episode D.P.O. with Jack Black started at 9; the first song was just gorgeous. I looked it up online and fell in love. Never heard of them before.

So this is our song for the day: James, with Ring the Bells. Here is a second version which is different but also wonderful. (And yes, of course, I had to buy the song. You can't purchase the second version digitally, at least not as far as I'm aware of, but the first version is available on several compilation sets on Amazon.)