Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

29 March 2008

Heads or Tails? Ashamed or hungry?


(photo credit: National Geographic)
(contributor: Gail Slaughter)

You can participate! Click: Heads or Tails

14 March 2008

"Robin's Breakfast" by Mary Stebbins Taitt


"Winter Hunting Ground"




"We snowshoed in to Nashua Creek yesterday where we saw a bluejay that had been eaten, perhaps by the fox whose tracks skirted the edge of the ice."
(Originally posted to Silk Creek Portal by Mary Stebbins Taitt)

21 February 2008

"The Train Table"



This is a picture from Andree in Vermont. When I was strolling through her blog at midnight and things were quiet, no mail coming in, no axes to grind, no phones ringing, nothing burning on the stove, no duties to do, I came across this. It took me WAY back to my childhood and my train set. My father had a table built for it, about ten inches deep, held up by pipe legs screwed into flanges underneath. It was made of plywood, and a fellow owed an oil bill he couldn't quite pay, so Dad had him build this table instead.

The table was covered over with two half-sheets of thick plywood, concealing the train and tracks and whatever inside, and this allowed its use as a ping-pong table. It got an awful lot of use...my brother became an expert on that table and could not be beaten. At festive occasions, that table was used to carry the weight of all the great potluck dinners we had with the neighbors and relatives. It bore all the Christmas presents when we moved into the basement of our uncompleted brick home, the one Mom designed.

But it held my train, too. And the tunnel I built for it: plywood and chicken wire and paper mache. And this picture brings all of that back, and more!

01 February 2008

"Log Across the River"


An absolutely wonderful winter picture by Dennis Whitehead, sent in by Gail Slaughter.

27 January 2008

Warmth and Comfort

Photo: MST-------------Enhanced: MAS




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.