Autumn leaves meet up with early snow.
Both hanging on in the bright afternoon sun.
Inspired by Lens-Artists Challenge #73: Cold
We look forward to seeing your interpretation of “cold”. It could be snow and ice, or a frosty window pane, or even your favorite flavor of ice cream!
What a timely topic this week…
A recent walk turned crunchy as I navigated around an icy mess in the nearby woods. Freezing temperatures had recently followed close behind a cold rain…
…trapping the remnants of fall leaf survivors.
I know it’s only a matter of time before the scene…once again…showcases a familiar blanket of white…
Inspired by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo: Steep
Steep is relative….
To you and me this is a steep snowbank…snow piled so high it hides the mailbox at the end of the driveway.
As well as half the tree trunk in the front yard…
But to Mr. Bill, the five snow covered back steps are way too steep, no matter what…
Lens-Artists Challenge #69: Seeing Double
…let’s double our pleasure and focus on things that come in twos.
First: A glimpse back at summer…
A pair of seagulls hanging out at the beach.
Next: A reminder of what is coming…
Two deck posts united in snow after a heavy wet March snowstorm. Looks like frosting to me.
Because today happens to be Halloween…I couldn’t resist an additional double from the family archives…
A sibling pair of trick or treaters dressed and ready…let’s go!
This post inspired by Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge. The topic this week: Looks Like a Face
A grill with a sense of humor?
Back in the days of home ownership, we left our gas grill out on the side deck all year. Covered up. It was too big and cumbersome to lug down 4 stairs en route to storage in the garage.
So, why not use it year round?
Winter arrived. Every year…bringing snow and more snow. Burying the deck. Including the grill.
Just needed to shovel a path. Clear away the snow. Bundle up. Grab a flashlight. Move fast. Hope the gas hadn’t run out. Grilling hamburgers one New Year’s eve comes to mind. Much to the surprise of our visiting guests.
Only steps from the kitchen door, the grill was also my route to avoid using the broiler pan. And the resulting greasy, crusty mess. Including scrubbing out all those slats. Never a popular chore…especially for my teenage son who was often recruited for the task.
One snowy January day, this is what greeted me when I opened the side door…
…either mocking me…or offering a friendly greeting.
I could never decide which.