Tag Archives: winter

Miracle of Snowflakes

She could not fathom the hexagonal miracle of snowflakes formed from clouds, crystallized fern and feather that tumble down to light on a coat sleeve, white stars melting even as they strike. How did such force and beauty come to be in something so small and fleeting and unknowable?”

Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child

This weekend’s foot of  snow has given the Michigan landscape a white frosting, but the ephemeral nature of our weather ensures that its presence will be fleeting.  Before it disappears, come walk with me across an icy stream and  along  a woodland trail.

Kensington Park, Michigan


Photo Challenge: Peace Comes Dropping Slow

For peace comes dropping slow
–W.B. Yeats

And so it does on a winter’s day, when silence fills the woods as a presence you can touch.

Photo Challenge:  Silence


Fleming Creek, Michigan

In the Deep Freeze of a Polar Vortex

The weather buzzword this December is “polar vortex.”  An Arctic air mass has drifted further south than normal, sending temperatures in  the American Midwest plummeting into a deep freeze.  Yet in a landscape frosted white,  the usual Michigan suspects of woods, water, and blue sky  provide grist for the photographer’s mill.  And we know that beneath the snow lies a promise of spring’s return.


In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus

Fleming Creek, Michigan

Calm Before the Snowstorm

Yesterday, before the big snowfall whistled in  from the West, I tramped among these lovely, nearby woods.   I met a deer clad in   winter gray for camouflage, but she couldn’t stay long enough to talk or even pose for a picture before throwing up her white tail and bounding off. Maybe next time. Today, this scene must be frosted with white chiffon.  I will visit  again and invite you to join me.

Fleming Creek, Michigan

Fleming Creek, Michigan


Winter Storms Cruel and Fierce

Newburgh Lake, Michigan


While reading this afternoon on the law for mundane slip-and-fall cases, I happened upon an opinion with a literary flare.  Regarding the hazards of snow and ice, the judge quoted one of the  Pilgrims who sailed to the wilds of America on the Mayflower, Reverend William Bradford, writing 400 years ago:  “they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, subject to cruel and fierce storms, dangerous to travel to known places . . .”  I wondered if the writer amused himself by tossing this splash of color into the often-bland landscape of legal writing.  And I thought to myself that Bradford could have been writing about the previous two Michigan winters.