Sunday, August 12, 2012

all is white

Perhaps it's the heat, but snow seems like such a good idea today.
And of course, thoughts of snow inevitably lead me to thoughts of Blue River.
Now there was a town that was on a first name basis with winter.
Once upon a time, my parents lived in this house.
Their first three children arrived in rapid succession,
hence the diapers that flap on a line; freeze drying.
Note the ladder to the roof.
All the quicker to scramble up and extinguish chimney fires I imagine. Or maybe to keep the snow on the roof to a managable depth.
A wide rack filled with skis at the ready leans against the wall.
All is white, all is calm, all is bright.

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