last night’s walk in the park
“it is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.
this crisp winter air is full of it.”
argo park, ann arbor, michigan, usa – february 2021
grand circus park, detroit, michigan, usa – 1920s
walking in the beautiful snowfall yesterday, it was clear some things never change, even after 100 years
“snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.”
photo credit: historic detroit
the brave little snow panda masters the road
with a few big challenges along the way.
“this would not be a problem if i were driving a snowplow.”
“a snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky,
and seems like a thing of wonder.”
joy ruled the day in kinder-land.
“the snow fell as softly as a poet’s tears.”
“he sprinkles snow like birds alighting,
it comes down like locusts settling.
the eye marvels at the beauty of its whiteness,
and the mind is amazed at its falling.”
image credit: craftulate
the first sled ride of the year with a pile of my kinders.