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Shoveling four feet of snow off our wood pile & other deep winter photos

The snowy forest at night

The snowy forest at night

Even though this long winter continues to snow and blow and freeze and fuss, I still think an icy snowfall sparkles beautifully.

This morning, captured under the glow of our deck light, heavy wet snow dressed the woods in grandeur yet again.

The woods before dawn illuminated by our deck light

The woods before dawn illuminated by our deck light

After many mostly photography-less weeks, I reached for the Canon Rebel and lost myself attempting to capture this view, and that view, and how about this one?

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Burn, baby, burn

I.  Stoking the wood stove hour after hour comforts me.  The repetition feels soothing, logs clinking upon logs, flame burning, heat rising.

II. Writing sentence after sentence burns the same way inside me.  Joy builds with each unexpected word.  Delight tingles when two opposing ideas reconcile. I am stunned silent before the power of words, and always grateful for this craft, this stoking, this amazing possibility of tinder and flame.

Stump, maul

Stump, maul

III.  Photography takes my spirit by surprise.  I never think about taking pictures.  Days and weeks and sometimes months pass without interest in capturing sight, curve, flash, energy.  Photography inhabits my body sometimes, takes over, grabs the camera, insists upon expression.  It’s not me.  I’m its servant.  When it lights its match, I’m putty in its power.  People glimpse me with a camera in hand and think its me.  They see joy and think its mine.  They don’t know I’m simply the log burning itself to ash in those moments.

IV.  Another hour, another log.  Burn, my child, burn.  You’re not losing anything.  We’re gaining your precious heat.

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Solely for entertainment purposes.

Through the deck window before dawn this morning

Through the deck window before dawn this morning

We awoke to another eight, ten, twelve inches of snow.  Who knows without a ruler?

I offered to warm up and brush off Barry’s car before he left for work.  (He does the same for me many days.)

It’s zero degrees (-17 C)  again, supposedly dropping throughout the day.  I am blogging solely for entertainment purposes, aiming to ward off Cabin Fever.

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Snow deeper than your knees

Barry plows

Barry plows

Let’s walk to the mailbox, shall we?

Barry is plowing snow today, thank goodness, for last night the tractor stopped dead as he plowed the twelve inches of new snow on the driveway. It simply stopped cold, done, finis.

He plotted repair scenarios all night in his sleep, but this morning–lo and behold, another miracle!, the tractor revved once again.  Ice in the gas line, he thinks.  (I will correct this diagnosis later, just in case non-mechanical me is completely in error.)

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Snowy window synchronicity

From side window overlooking deck

From side window overlooking deck

The oddest thing just happened!

I sat upon the couch, meditating, not thinking about much of anything.  My gaze settled on our windows.  Quietly peered through the windows, noticing how they act as frames for nature.

A house filled with snow frames.

Little frames for window art.

Windows unto the black and white soul of winter.

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Merry Christmas from our snowy Little House in the Big Woods to yours!

Little Christmas trees in the north woods

Little Christmas trees in the north woods

Merry Christmas, dear readers, from our snowy Little House in the Big Woods in Aura, Upper Peninsula, Michigan, just a dozen owl hoots from the nearest four-way stop.

I wish you the happiest of holidays.  May you enjoy this season of celebration as we surpass the darkest days of the year.

May 2014 bring you peace, joy and understanding.

I have so appreciated another year of blogging with all of you.  You’ve all helped my life shine brighter than a star atop a Christmas tree.

Will be taking a blogging break now–and shall see you sometime after the New Year decks the halls with boughs of holly.

Many blessings!  Hope you enjoy looking at all the snowy pictures, including a few oldies but goodies of my little ones when they still frolicked in the snow at our Little House in the Big Woods.

Love, Kathy

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

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Weekly Photo Challenge: One

One frozen apple

One frozen apple

One snowy apple.

One more Christmas appearing around the bend of this week.

One WordPress weekly photo challenge.

One happy blogger that her to-do list sparkles under control, as of early Saturday.  (Some commenters suggested she abandon to-do lists, but she couldn’t survive her part-time jobs without to-do lists.  They’re lifesavers, especially as she grows older.)

One quiet Sunday before family festivities begin.

As the wood stove warms the house this December, wasps fly out of the woodwork and lie dazed and helpless beneath the ceramic Christmas tree.

One wasp circles the kitchen light.

One love surrounds us all, wasp, apple, to-do lists, photo challenge and Christmas…if we but have eyes to see…

One wasp

One wasp

Apple snow

Apple trees behind our two-classroom school

Apple trees behind our two-classroom school

It's apple snow

It’s apple snow

Apples up above

Apples up above

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On the first day of Christmas…

The beginnings of ice on the Portage Canal

The beginnings of ice on the Portage Canal

I am perhaps moving this blog in a different direction for awhile, my dear loyal readers.  Today I wrote three blogs and tossed two of them away.  Even though they were both engaging, they felt cumbersome.

I shan’t tell you exactly what’s different.

You can guess, if you’re so inspired.

Yesterday, Barry and I traveled to Houghton to begin our Christmas shopping.  We do not like to shop, yet we adore our loved ones for whom we shopped.

We paused for drink and dinner.

We paused and toasted the beginning of the holiday season.

Today is the first day of Christmas, December 1st!

Last night a coyote howled outside our bedroom window.  We startled in our sleep at the closeness of the yipping, the howling.

Barry simultaneously dreamed a coyote stalked his dream.

I haven’t gone outside all day–yet.

All day I stalked your blogs and read, and read, and read.

I feel like our lives intersect.

I feel like Christmas shall arrive soon.

Shall we be ready this 2013 year?  How are you preparing for the upcoming holidays?

What happened with you on the first day of Christmas?

Closer yet

Closer yet

Driftwood dreamin’

Driftwood dreamin'

Driftwood dreamin’

Driftwood art

Driftwood art

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