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Tag: winter

  • The Great Storm to End 2015

    9:00am Tuesday: Wow! Six inches to one foot of snow all over. Got a solid snow blow in, although it only took 12 minutes to do the main part of the driveway. Here’s a few shots from this morning.

    11:30pm Monday: Lots of wind; some drifting and some snow. But thus far, the Great Storm is a disappointment. Here’s our driveway a few minutes ago.

     

    4:15pm Monday: I will update this post with additional pictures, video, and comments as the storm moves across Traverse City, Michigan. Here is a screen-snip of the radar at 4:10pm and a picture of South Union Street outside my office at 4:20pm.

    Winter Storm 2015_12_28

    Snow 420pm

  • The Daily: Untitled

    The few cured leaves pinch,
    With forefinger and thumb.
    Those little daredevils
    do tempt the wind to come.
    And as they float in place,
    The white sun does rise;
    They play it like a cinema
    for his looking eyes.

  • Happy Valentine’s Day

    Have a great Valentine’s Day. Keep it simple. That’s what I’m doing. And getting some work done on my paper. How romantic.

    Without much to say, I’ll leave you with the following Robert Frost poem that asks you to set aside your love and experience the heartbreak of two lovers unfit for one another – a warm mature woman and a dashing, but fleeting man. What more is to be expected from winter wind?

    Wind and Window Flower

    Lovers, forget your love,
    And list to the love of these,
    She a window flower,
    And he a winter breeze.

    When the frosty window veil
    Was melted down at noon,
    And the caged yellow bird
    Hung over her in tune,

    He marked her through the pane,
    He could not help but mark,
    And only passed her by,
    To come again at dark.

    He was a winter wind,
    Concerned with ice and snow,
    Dead weeds and unmated birds,
    And little of love could know.

    But he sighed upon the sill,
    He gave the sash a shake,
    As witness all within
    Who lay that night awake.

    Perchance he half prevailed
    To win her for the flight
    From the firelit looking-glass
    And warm stove-window light.

    But the flower leaned aside
    And thought of naught to say,
    And morning found the breeze
    A hundred miles away.