All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green. - Goethe
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
For the Love of Winter: IV
Snowmen and women are time honored traditions. Who doesn't think of running out to make one when you get a fresh snowfall? It is an instinctive part of our DNA. I love the ephemeral nature of them. Here today and gone.... at 33 degrees. Also, just like snowflakes, no two are alike. The possibilities are endless. How can they not put a smile on your face?