Winter in Michigan is a time for warm fires and warm hearts. And frozen door locks, dead batteries, ice on the windshield, and two feet of snow. The two feet of snow comes when the snowplow passes your (just shoveled) driveway and dumps a new batch right where you left off. It's a frozen form of perpetual motion, and they should give out a patent for it.
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This was very interesting to do. The photograph was sent me by Mary, and has been cropped and enhanced to suggest the topic.
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