This winter has been extremely mild. So mild, in fact, that we’ve hardly seen any snow. Everyone is ecstatic except for me.
Ohio is bleak and ugly in the winter time. Trees are stripped of leaves. The grass is dead and things are muddy because we’ve seen lots of rain in lieu of snow. It’s depressing.
Snow makes everything look pretty, as though the world has been tucked in for a long nap under a fluffy white blanket. One of my favorite pastimes is stomping around in it with my camera, trying to find new ways to make the trees and hills of my yard look fresh and new in pictures.
I also enjoy hiking in it.
And, of course, spending a quiet weekend cozied up with a book in a chair where I can glance up at the falling snow Is nice too.
We often have snow for Martin Luther King weekend so I was hopeful. Nope. More rain.
My dad built this little shed when I was a kid. I played in there some over the years and it has stored all sorts of things that we probably shouldn’t have kept for so long. You can’t see it from this angle but it’s falling in. It may sound silly to you but I couldn’t humiliate the old girl by photographing her bad side.
I live in the country where a lack of zoning and an endless list of things to do make it easy for packrats like my dad (ahem, and myself too) to let things go for too long. Now, my mother is making my dad clean up his junk and this little building is soon to be on the chopping block.
For the last several years, I have spent snow days wandering around the yard photographing the same darn things over and over again from different angles and with varying light. This will likely be my last snowfall with my old shed and I’m a little nostalgic about it.
But time marches on and a good gust of wind or heavy snow might just take it down for us. It’s time for it to be put out of its misery. Is there something in your life that you personify to the point of unreasonable emotional attachment? I can’t be alone! Tell me about it in the comments!