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
For peace comes dropping slow
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
Out enjoying, if briefly, the last day of the polar vortex’s visit. The sky takes on a brilliant blue hue only seen around here with Arctic temperatures. I can’t say, though, that I’ll be sad to bid goodbye to this visitor.
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.
Fleming Creek, Michigan
It’s not this time of year in Michigan without bare branches etched against a pale blue sky, and the dormant leaves of November mirrored in chill water.
Photo Challenge: This time of year
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.