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,







Hi Terri! Thanks for the wonderful post. I grew up in Ohio and remember the red covered bridges, the snowstorms, the snow forts, and waiting in front of the tv to find out if school was closed!
Now I live in Northern California. We get snow where I live but it's not the same as Ohio, it's a different snow, a wetter snow. I remember the first time driving on the highway and finding out that chains are required on all cars (except 4 WDs) once the snow was sticking to the road.
I'll have to post some snowy winter pictures of the mountains here once we start getting some snow. It really is beautiful with the pine covered mountains and the river all clothed in white!
Thanks again for bringing back some fond childhood memories! Have a wonderful day.
Posted by: rasz | Thursday, December 08, 2011 at 12:27 PM