Tennis any one

While the weekend brought 60 degree weather and tennis players out we are back at cold days and every one bundled up. The forecast is for some snow but in this area I think that warm is going to start winning out over this cold stuff very soon.

I am excited about the photo future.  Being part of organizing a photography club through work has sparked some excitement.  I can’t wait to be part of a gathering of others who want to shoot.  We are all beginners so this should be a very interesting, a great learning experience.

The Forest through the trees

See the forest through the trees, is that the saying?

Sometimes we really can’t see what is there in front of us, it’s beauty is there, the wonder it provides, the light through the trees on the other side, yet we look away, we avoid, run, ignore and fear it; fear of failure or lack of strength?

See the forest through the trees, journey in to the forest, take a wrong turn and fail but find your way through, fight the demons in the deep dark forest, come through the other side look back on the beauty of the forest through the trees.

Snow Home

Snow makes things so pretty, luckily here in the south it only sticks around for a short time so you don’t have to see that ugly dirty snow that hangs around until spring. Speaking of spring, temperature predicted this weekend, high fifties maybe hitting sixty.  Way to go spring, bring it on.

My first winter in the south I wondered why I didn’t move here sooner, November rolled around and I was walking out to the mail box in my bare feet still wearing a sarong and t-shirt. Winter does something to me, something ugly. Warm in November was my anti depressant.

When it does snow here it sparks a warm feeling inside, a feeling of home.  When the first snow flake falls it’s a little bit warmer, a winter warm you know if you come from a climate where snow is second nature. The memories start to run through my mind like watching an old family vacation film; a black and white grainy film, flickering memories frame by frame. I recall Looking up to the sky, tons of flakes falling down hitting my face sticking out my tongue catching frozen crystals.  Hearing the crunch of the packed snow under foot, and the silence, there is a silence that comes with snow, a comforting silence. The snow absorbs the usual daily noise and all that is heard are faint sounds of snow blowers, shovels scraping the ground with each load of fresh fallen snow, and kids playing in the distance laughing.   Sledding down hills, serious steep hills, flying at top speed, laughing the entire way down; what an amazing feeling. And those sledding wipe outs that made you laugh at your friends so hard you thought you would pee your pants. Oh the snowball fights, Can’t forget the snowball fights, I remember one that grew in to half the neighborhood, throwing from house to house. Snow can be fun, snow can be pretty.

A northern winter can do ugly things to me but now that I am here where winter is but a blip on the radar it’s not so ugly anymore. When the rare snow fall provides a chance to think back about the good things winters up north did provide I can safely miss the winter because it brings me home.

Snow on the other side of the Mason-Dixon Line

I am a transplant a northerner who has come to live in the south. 

When it snows up north we don’t pay any attention to it, unless there is some serious accumulation. I am talking blizzard, nor’easter, feet not inches because that is when we northerners pay attention. Here in the south they pay attention to snow; they pay attention if it’s mere inches, for mere inches can cripple an area that is not prepared to accommodate the lovely little white crystals that fall from the sky.

The snow starts to come down as I sit at work and to me it’s not a big deal. I look out the window to see if it’s sticking and when I turn back to my desk I see the look of fear in some co-workers faces, I know now to them that snow is a big deal in any amount.   I drive home in the slow traffic, practice patience for it’s really just slush nothing major but the sun had gone down and the slush is now freezing; conditions for sliding. Again no big deal I can handle this too, then I slide just a little and do what most people who are use to driving in the stuff do, recover and move along home however, there are ditches on the side of the road.  They freaked me out when I first moved here even before the first southern snow fall hit the ground.  We didn’t have this where I come from, the side of the road was flat, and ditches like this were few and far between.  I made my way home safe and sound but those ditches, they were just calling, mocking each car as it slid in the frozen slush. I have friends here, they too are from up north who have actually hit one of these ditches, luckily not at a very fast speed but they did have enough momentum to hit the ditch and roll over, a number of times.  They are ok; they lived to tell the tale and are now driving a nice new car.

So, yes the inches did bring things in the south to a grinding halt for a short time, but it also brought to me the opportunity to shoot the snow, one thing I do miss about the winter up north since I have picked up a camera. So for the next few posts you are going to see my snow in the south.

Beni n Me


Beni and me are anxiously awaiting the sun,

I feel a bond, a kinship with the lizard

No I do not own one, but I feel like one sometimes

I get energy from the sun, recharged, I feel like I need to move towards it whenever it shines

Beni and me I think we would be friends, if I were a lizard

He has that kind of smile, smirk if you will