This is Day 2 of my Christmas journal.
The weather for Day 2 was anything but Christmas-like. It was downright balmy! I shot these photographs on a day a few years ago that was much more appropriate for Christmas.
I had a little story I wanted to tell, so I added an insert.
Journaling: When my sister and I were small, growing up in New Jersey, we had colossal snowstorms. One winter, our Dad joined us outside. He got a bucket and we filled it over and over, turning out piles of snow bricks. We were fascinated as he worked with us, erecting a huge igloo in our backyard. We had fun playing in it for a week!
I finally found a use for the sticky-back felt I found at the dollar store!
Journaling: Now this is Winter...snow on the ground and a chill in the air, my breath turning to steam as it meets the frozen atmosphere. There embedded in the crystaline powder is the evidence of a lonely traveler. I am grateful for the warm shelter that is home.
Do you have a snowstorm story to share? I'd love for you to share it here.
Until next time,