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Jan.05.2010
Well, we've had the shortest day, according to reports, but according to me, the mornings appear to be getting darker. How do they make that work?
This morning, I was up and at 'em before the sun had risen. In the glow of the street light, I could see snow falling. Great, heavy, juicy globs of...
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Dec.30.2009
Twilight is creeping on. The snow takes on a blue tint. A steep city street, abandoned by wise drivers and persnickety pedestrians, is crowded with scores of kids pulling sleds and saucers all but forgotten in the backs of garages until early this morning when they were dusted off and set teetering...
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Dec.23.2009
A friend told me
he sent me a book.
This ran joy
up my spine,
a feeling intense,
I would not
have expected.
Life is filled with
such joys,
like the first snow
of the season.
Howard Thurman
wrote about the place
in each of us
for the singing of angels
that is so breathtakingly
beautiful
it...
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Dec.22.2009
I got up this morning and decided to try a little experiment -- the results of which you see here ... I'm writing this blog from my phone. It's doable, though a bit clunky, not nearly as elegant as writing from my laptop. The words flow, but the thumbs don't want to keep up -- all that double...
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Dec.22.2009
We watched with amusement as our southern east coast neighbours struggled with a huge snowstorm this past weekend. We were of course, quite smug about the whole event, since we had just endured a whopping 121 centimetres (4 feet) of fluffy snow, which broke all local records for a single storm. As...
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Dec.13.2009
December 13
WHAT IS MINE
The cloud of snow slept in the tree overnight and poured from the branches with the morning breezes. Showers of crystal, dropping from a clear daylight sky, are telltales of intentions delayed. What was meant for moon time has been kept till sunshine, a treat for...
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Dec.11.2009
Sitting at my computer, reading what I had just written over and over, warm and cozy in jeans, thick socks and T-shirt, sipping at my coffee, I felt as if the walls were starting to squeeze me in so I had to get out and get some air. It is quite chilly so I bundled up with my boots, jacket...
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Dec.11.2009
If I weren't sixty-three years old my story might not be unusual. However, last Monday morning I romped in the fields at my ranch, photographing and exploring while big, fluffy handfuls of snow fell. I was stunned, as usual, by nature's incredible beauty. I was also wearing out my bad back but didn...
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Dec.09.2009
Wilson Bentley was born near end of winter in 1865. He was schooled at home by his mother, on a farm in small-town Vermont. His mother encouraged his interests, and against her husband’s wishes, she bought their son the tools he needed—a microscope and a camera—to make one of the most profound and...
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Dec.09.2009
I've always loved snow and the quiet peace found in a snowy night. Although my schedule never permits it, I could go and spend hours upon hours just walking around in a forest in the dead of winter; although I myself would not find it to be very dead at all.
The crunch of the packed snow...
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