cimorene

i grew up in alabama. we had three or four huge "snowstorms" in my whole life there from ages seven to eighteen, and they (a) were never storms and (b) never produced very much actual snow. so snow is special to me, and i still kind of feel like a tourist, at least when there's a lot of it. one year isn't quite long enough to become inured to its charms. i'm still excited by the river frozen over with ice on it, by snowflakes landing on your sleeve that look like a perfect star of david when you squint at them, by the look of snow falling thick through the halo of a streetlight.

so it snowed tons new year's eve and yesterday i made wax come on a walk with me and the dog down to the cathedral bridge and back home through the university, and took pictures so i could share the excitement.

also, it was the last night of channukah last night so i took a picture of my menorah all lit up. i had nine dip-dyed candles left, so i saved them for the last night. it was very pretty.

view over the river to the back of humanisticum and hus lindman, åhuset's nearest neighbours.

view down the frozen river to the cathedral bridge, from the little footpath where perry loves to frolic.

wax makes a snowball to throw at me. fortunately, her aim isn't very good.

wax wouldn't hold still and all the pics of her were blurry, so finally i grabbed her and made her.

the cathedral and the giant christmas tree, from across the river.

the river from the bridge.

the river from the bridge, closeup.

the bridge's dedication plaque.

the cathedral and tree from only about a hundred metres away.

the cathedral tree.

the cathedral.

cathedral, off to the side.

an ancient truck parked in front of a museum.

the strawberry café's welcome hedgehog (he actually says 'strawberry place', but there's another that says welcome on the wall, and he is smiling in a welcoming fashion).