Snowy Day in Seattle

It's Graham's first snow experience! We walked to the playground to see our neighbors celebrating the snow:) There was a giant snowman! And children sledding with their parents! And a puppy chasing a tennis ball;)

On closer inspection, it was a giant snowman and it's baby...

Do you see the hill in the background? That's where all the sledding action takes place! Conveniently there is a staircase right there which makes transporting your sled uphill much easier!

"Sled smarter, not harder."

Graham: "I want to go sledding..."

Daddy: "I want to go sledding..."

Next year, guys. That abandoned blue tobaggon or whatever it's called was tempting us...

"I guess I'll just go skating instead."







One last view of the snowy field and rooftops before we head home. Puppy Power is still chasing the ball down there.




Would you have grabbed the abandoned blue tobaggon and taken it for a run down the hill?
I thought so...


Suzanne

Walking Alone at Sunset

Have you ever taken off on a lone journey without a plan? This momma needed some R&R from her full-time duties this afternoon. I would have loved company, but the guys weren't ready to leave when I was, so I just set out on my own. And I'm so glad I did. The sun was beginning to set on Magnuson Beach, Mount Rainier was "out", and the weather was pleasant for January.

People were flying kites! This hill is a popular destination for kite-flying so that is not what surprised me. But there was no wind. I could not detect any wind on my skin nor see any branches being moved by it. How do they fly kites without wind?

I meandered through the field, not following the path. These red berries caught my eye. I wanted to capture the sunlight shining on them. Through my camera vision, I then noticed the thorns, ouch! Yes, apropos...Nature once again reflecting my human condition. Sometimes life bears thorns.



And then this little guy (or gal) wandered in to my sight! Do you see it? It is almost the same color as the branch, directly below the top berry. Really hard to see...But we made eye contact! He or she is wondering what the hell I'm doing in it's microcosm! Was this the first time it ever exchanged gazes with a human?

Yah, another puddle reflection. I think I may be a little entranced by these...But do you see the beauty here? I mean, it's just a path. I tend to look down when I walk. Here in the Northwest I don't want a shoe full of muddy water, and after walking a dog for years, I definitely don't want to step in you know what! Typically, one might feel as though they're missing out, that all the excitement is happening on the horizon. It's funny how reflections "flip" our perspective.

As I was contemplating that mud puddle, I heard loud honking from above. I quickly snapped this photo and then they were gone!







I walked to the top of the kite fliers' hill...Magnificent! I took so many photos on this walk, many from this hill. There were none that could display that scene in its wholeness. Sun setting in the west, dark tree silhouettes in the foreground. In the east, the snow caps on the Cascades were highlighted pink! I knelt down below Queen Anne's Lace to let the stunning seed pods be constellations in the sky. Mount Rainier looks so tiny in the photo...





A close up of the seeds, stored potential, awaiting spring.

One last photo of Mount Rainier as I head to my car to go home. It was so hard to leave. My fingers were numb from the cold. I remembered the days of film photography and marveled how many of these pictures may never have been if I'd had to edit and limit myself. All of these pictures were taken with my iPhone. When I returned home to "my boys", I was renewed, once again by the glory of nature.

How do you renew yourself?

Suzanne

Reflection

At first I saw the light reflecting in the puddle.

Then I noticed the tiny drops adding to the collection of this week's rain.

As I moved closer, the ground as the bottom of the vessel became clear.

And then the tree stared back at me in the mirror!

Farewell 2011! Welcome 2012!

Isn't the back of this leaf splendid? Graham and I went for a walk today through our neighborhood. His small hand gripped mine as we slowly made our way along the gravel sidewalk. He is still short enough that I have to round over in order to walk hand in hand. Meandering with a small child allows my eyes to see extraordinary beauty in an unseen landscape where cars whizz by and dogs happily tromp. If I look closely at this picture, I notice the cracks and weathering of the leaf, pelted by late night hail. This leaf is "out of season", an ode to Fall, past its peak. I draw a parallel that life's beauty is complete despite its perceived hardships. I appreciate the glory in this tiny Nature vignette:)

A loud hail storm woke me from my sleep last night. Or was it early morn? A dazzling intro to winter, the white crystals in small pockets on the ground.

Check this out! Have you ever seen cones "blooming"? I am in awe...

I feel this plant's growth and flowering exudes the essence of the New Year! While most plant life appears dormant this time of year, this close-up reveals the magnificence budding!

As I look within myself during this season of suspected dormancy, I am fueled by the simple brilliancy of nature, and reminded of the active growth taking place all around me, as well as within!

To You, I wish a year teeming with joy and abundant growth!

xoxo,

Suzanne

A Winter's Walk

I know... it's not technically Winter yet. For me, December has never felt natural in its position as a Fall month, though we saw plenty of pumpkins on neighbors' porches still marking the Autumn season. We are only a few days away from Solstice and I am cheering for the return of the light!

When it is not raining, Graham and I go for a mid-day walk. We sojourn our driveway, cross the street, and look up at the sky. This is because Boeing 747s and the like come in from the east and bank over our house. We are in their flight path as they fly south toward a landing at SeaTac. Hearing the jet engines, we tilt our heads back and follow with our eyes until the big planes exit our field of sight. Enter the crows. We are also in their flight path. They migrate each day at sunset towards their nighttime roost away from Seattle city lights. Saying "Goodnight" to the murder of crows, as they are called in such numbers, are a welcome routine in my day.

We make our way to the little Pocket Park on the corner. We say "Hi" to the big trees and play with their cones and branches fallen. See the Daddy, Mommy, & Baby cones above? (Mommy & Baby are tucked into Big Daddy.)



On our way to and from the park, Graham exclaims "Mail! Mail!" His walk is not complete without checking the mail.



He doesn't care if the box is empty, as long as he gets to open and close the box enough times:)