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.
( come for a walk with us? )
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.
( come for a walk with us? )