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Snow above and below the Tropic of Cancer

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Johnbo, who is the creator of this “Winter” Challenge, lives in North Dakota and you can find his photos HERE. Since I grew up in South Dakota, I should have fabulous photos of snow that sometimes got so high that they dug a tunnel under it down main street with tunnels into the various stores. I remember one storm where the snowbanks around our house were so high that I could open the window of my second story bedroom and step out onto the snow!  Later in my life I lived in Wyoming twice…first for 5 years and then again for 7 years, and although I have stories of snow, I don’t think I ever took any photos.  What snow I experience now is when I visit Wyoming, so I”m off in search of possible snow shots there. Click on photos for captions and closer views.

Sheridan, Wyoming–the only snow I have been able to walk through for the past 23 years.
Flying across Colorado and Wyoming
Another air view of snow.
My friend Patty’s grandkids, playing in the snow.
Driving home through the streets of Sheridan.
Unusual snow in Berkely, CA
Flying over a snow-covered Popocatepetl Volcano, near Mexico City. just as it vented!
This is my local Colima Volcano, also snow-capped. Photo taken from my home.
Driving toward a snow-capped Colima volcano.

The prompt for  the Lens Artists Challenge is “Winter.”

Chilly or Chili

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Frozen Chili
Chilly Chili
Hot Chili

 

CBWC Challenge: Cold or Chilly or Chili

Mainly White: Sunday Stills Challenge

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For the Sunday Stills Challenge: White.

SWC Challenge: Winter Weather

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Snow’s Epilogue

We can’t count the snowflakes nor put them into order.
They fall to make a blanket or a pile or a border.
They come in a blizzard and leave us in a trickle. 
There’s something about former snow that is so very fickle.
It drips in drops from icicles and surges down the gutters.
Our attempts to modify it end in futile mutters.
I need not be prophetic to state the truth of snow.
It starts out in a flurry and ends up in a flow.

 

SWC Challenge: Winter Weather

A Change of Season, Sunday Writing Prompt

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It was beautiful fall in Sheridan Wyoming when I arrived on Oct. 1
as well as a light rain.
Patti and Jim decided it was time to cut back the tall ornamental grass before the snow came.
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and a different sort of precipitation covered the front walk. No tall grass to be weighted down!
And color vanished from the world as it was covered by snow….
The front walk was transformed, and my socks got wet walking to the car!
The back porch went from a light dusting to a heavy icing,
What we braved to reach Sanderson’s Store.
The neighbor’s fence acquired its own piles
and we all turned to inside activities: cuddling the dog,
(Some of us turned into little piggies at the prospect
and were sent outside to work for their appetites.
They had few objections, quickly bending over
Young artist
And later rode along as their dad drove me home.
Morning brought Patti’s scrambled eggs
as well as icicles which in the heat of the sun, melted slowly away.
began to melt away,
drop after drop.

This is a post from a few years ago, when it was still possible to travel to a place where there is a notable change of seasons. In my part of Mexico, the changes are not so observable. The hills get lush green in the rainy season and after 6 months or so, get a bit beiger each month until June, when the rain starts and they green up again. Things bloom year round, so otherwise, it’s hard to tell what season it is. For the past 19 years, my years have been broken into rainy season and non-rainy season. Keeps it simple.

For the Sunday Writing Prompt: Change of Season

Earth Bound

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What we braved to reach Sanderson’s Store.

 

Earth Bound

Autumn is myopic—blinded by fallen leaves—
yet under its blindfold, a suppressed serpent heaves.
Winter seeks to placate beneath comforter of snow,
but what the serpent dreams of no mortal mind can know.

Those qualms of lying dormant under the frozen banks
may be released in springtime, when nature earns our thanks
by mopping up the snow flow and pushing out the flowers,
covering the naked limbs with buds and leaves and bowers.

The world so carefully balanced between its two extremes
that each and every moment is much more than it seems.
The coin of life that’s minted by a larger mind
may in microcosm seem to have us in a bind.

That great hand of nature flipping the coin at will.
One side giving birth while the other’s sure to kill.
This irony of opposites that ties us to this ground
is the majesty of nature––both cruel and profound.

Prompt words today are autumn, myopic, placate, qualm and mop.

Water: for DVerse Poets

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What we braved to reach Sanderson’s Store.

                                          Water

Rivulets running down the windowpane
Another two join together, racing for the windowsill.
Is there any chance they’ll call off school?
Nah.  Not for rain. Never.

Creatures chasing each other across the sky.
Looking like one thing and then the other.
Old men,
Unicorns,
Drifting and changing almost before you can see what they were before.

Shivering near the window. 
Now rivulets frozen into patterns on the glass.
Obscured by snowflakes frozen in lacy patterns.
Wonderland viewed safe inside. No school today.

For dVerse Poets “Water” prompt.

Hibiscus: Flower of the Day, Nov 15, 2018

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Mexico Memories. Definitely not a shot taken in Missouri, because this is what it looks like here this morning:

For Cee’s FOTD