First Snow Of The Year - Part 3

A couple of days after first injuring my hip I felt recovered enough to (carefully) walk in the snow.

After almost three straight days of snow fall the sky had finally cleared and the sun was finally shining, and LC and I were stunned to see just how much had fallen by the time it was all said and done.

It has been above freezing ever since this snowfall, so much of the snow in these pictures has already melted.

But on this day the entire world was white, frozen and very lovely.

These pictures were taken on BLM land just on the outskirts of Cody.

A place known as Red Lake.

There is no lake there, and I have no idea why the place is named as such, but regardless it is beautiful.

Some pictures taken while Kory joyfully ran, while I carefully walked and while LC stayed close, being his usual watchful self.................

You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there--the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed........Frederick Buechner, Telling the Truth:  The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy and Fairy Tale

She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of sharp early November air that would have the town in a flurry of activity, anticipating the tourists the colder weather always brought to the high mountains of North Carolina.

She stuck her head out and took a deep breath. If she could eat the cold air, she would. She thought cold snaps were like cookies, like gingersnaps. In her mind they were made with white chocolate chunks and had a cool, brittle vanilla frosting. They melted like snow in her mouth, turning creamy and warm.............Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course..........Truman Capote, American Fantastic Tales:  Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940s Until Now

On an impulse he went into the room and stood before the window, pushing aside the sheer curtain to watch the snow, now nearly eight inches high on the lampposts and the fences and the roofs. It was the sort of storm that rarely happened in Lexington, and the steady white flakes, the silence, filled him with a sense of excitement and peace. It was a moment when all the disparate shards of his life seemed to knit themselves together, every past sadness and disappointment, every anxious secret and uncertainty hidden now beneath the soft white layers. Tomorrow would be quiet, the world subdued and fragile, until the neighborhood children came out to break the stillness with their tracks and shouts and joy. He remembered such days from his own childhood in the mountains, rare moments of escape when he went into the woods, his breathing amplified and his voice somehow muffled by the heavy snow that bent branches low, drifted over paths. The world, for a few short hours, transformed...........Kim Edwards, The Memory Keepers Daughter

There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not..........Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

I miss the snow. I miss looking at it, walking in it, tasting it. I used to love those days when it was so cold everyone else would be tucked away inside trying to stay warm. I would be the only one out walking, so I could look across the fields and see miles of snow without a single footprint in it. It would be completely silent -- no cars, no birds singing, no doors slamming. Just silence and snow. God, I miss snow. The stars, the moon, the wind, and blankets of pure, pristine snow............Damien Echols, Life After Death