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Will you make me wings / of ice and song / with the voice of falling snow?

I miss snow. I don't know if I miss anything else about any other place I've lived, but I miss snow. So we went to find it.

It was an intensely painful experience - about an eighth of the way into the hike, I got a severe leg cramp, as well as that disturbing involuntary-muscle-shaking feeling. Given a) my utter lack of any sense of direction, and b) being with other people, kept going. Didn't think it was worth it at the time, but already the scenery is brighter and clearer in my mind than the pain. Some nice photos, though most of these were actually taken much, much later, after a long rest inside a police car (long story, the moral of which is that leg cramps can be more trouble than you could possibly imagine!) had at least obviated the shaking enough to where I could use a camera without motion-blur.

So suppose you live in mellow-rain-all-year-round Seattle, but you're desperately homesick for snow. Where do you go? Up! That's not light/shadow on the mountain; it's yesterday night's snowfall, fallen new, unblurred by melting or winddrift. I was very amused by how knifesharp the snowline was - you could see where individual trees had snow at the top but not the bottom.

Up into the mountains. Wow. Shrouds in shadows and silver.

Coming home, a place I've never been. All the tiny details were right - the cold/metal scent of snow, the rustle and crunch of it, the way silver-gilt tree branches claw at the sky. All except those glorious mountains; those are new. I think I like them.

Silliness. A Dr. Suess character, perhaps, with a five-pointed green hairdo, spindly arms, lumpy body, and a crooked smile.

I found what I was looking for, three thousand miles away from where I left it. Bird tracks, even, stretched hoppy song birds following the dusting of pine seeds, and some larger scavenger poking through slowly.
Perhaps I would wave a wand and turn a few conifers to slim, pale birches... but then again, perhaps not. Seattle is my home, too.

This image reminds me a great deal of a classic japanese sumi-e inkpainted landscape. Foreground dark, midground gray, background white. Balanced composition and color and details, especially the jagged branch overhead.

Pine trees and a partially-frozen river, all icymuttery and susurrant. I put my hands into the water, and found it only faintly cool, despite the fact that it was frozen in places. Odd.

And, as always, that one picture I can't bear to shrink too much. Ice-river again, but taken looking upstream from one of the snowy rocks.

Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: Benjamin Britten - In Freezing Winter's Night


Where were you? Next time you miss snow we should just drive you up to the passes. They're dominated by ski resorts, but at least there's less hiking involved. :)

It *does* snow here, y'know. Just not on demand. Odd though... it seems to me that the winters are warmer than when I grew up here. I know Bellevue is generally colder and gets more snow than Seattle, but the whole area seems less than back then... we had white christmases many years, and snow to my knees... (okay that's not much on a kid, but still at least a foot.) This must be why people think I'm crazy when I try to tell them that Seattle really *does* have winter, dammit! What I should be saying is that it *used* to have winter...

Not that it was necessarily every year even the -- we usually got at least a dusting of snow, but the big snows were only every third year or so. But more often, still, than what we get now.

Of course, the summers are hotter, too... (I tend to think both are a change for the worse, but at least my eggplants like the summer sun.)

I have a terrible confession: for all my avowed love of snow, I have never once been skiing! Nor, honestly, do I plan to start. I don't actually normally mind the hiking; it's just no fun with cramped calves.

Skiing is like strapping death sticks to your feet. Try snowshoeing instead: you can go much more interesting places (albeit far more slowly.)

Cross country skiing = snowshoeing fast! It's great.

Oh I was definitely not suggesting going skiing. I used to go night skiing with familiy, and loved it a *lot* (alone at the top of a snow-covered hill at night... mmm) but I wasn't suggesting it. You can go there without actually going skiing, you know. They do let you. :)

My choir just performed 'A Ceremony of Carols' by Britten... do you have a recording of it, or was it on the radio? I'm trying to locate a recording but I haven't had any such luck yet.

Beautiful, beautiful pictures, too :)

Thank you.
I sung the Ceremony Christmas Eve, so it's been in my head a lot. I do have two recordings, one of the choir of St. John's, Cambridge, and one of the choir of Saint Mark's, Seattle. I would be glad to share, but not sure how to get them to you.

Well, I could give you my address, would that help? :)

Sure. I can send you a burned CD with mp3s from both performances. Would that work?

woo pretty shiny pictures!
I love the river picture particularly.
It's neat to see the sharp line of snowfall; you get a nice visual representation of the reality of adiabatic lapse rate. Fun to bike/hike through that boundary.

You just wanted to say 'adiabatic'. You don't fool me for an instant!

Don't EVEN tell me you've never wanted to work 'adiabatic' into a conversation. I know you.


Hmm. Okay.
From WordNet (r) 1.7.1 (July 2002) [wn]:

adj : (physics) occurring without loss or gain of heat; "adiabatic expansion" [ant: {diabatic}]
How often do I get to use a defining list for it's designed purpose? :)


You should come here and see Letchworth in the winter. Or in the spring, I guess, but it's way cooler with snow everywhere.