At heart, I’m still a California girl.
And I’m still getting used to the idea of living with snow.
Do you ever get used to it?
I’m not sure – six winters in, and I’m still not sold.
Yes, it’s lovely, there is no doubt. But once it’s here – the white stuff – it’s here for a very long time.
And didn’t I tell you?
I told you.
I told you it would change.
I told you it would change in the blink of an eyeball.
I went to bed with soft pitter-patter of rain, and then…
…woke up in a Winter Wonderland.
I left the house early and brought the Rebel along.
The Rebel had images to capture.
As I stopped and took some photos, neighbors were driving by wondering, “What the hell is she doing? Hasn’t she seen snow before?”
They laugh at me. Secretly.
They know I am an outsider.
Although I pretend to play the part. They know I don’t belong. Who else stands out in the snow taking photos?
Only an idiot, who still marvels at this faint white stuff.
And, no, it’s not an illegal substance.
Last week it looked like this….
Yesterday, it looked like this…
Last winter I purchased a reduced price ski-pass, and never used it.
How will I survive this winter?
Only time will tell.
I am open to ideas.
I love skiing, but hate the cold.
Who am I kidding.
This could be one long-ass winter.
…stay tuned peeps…