Flakey Business

It's a beautiful day!

I don't need to go anywhere,
and the snowblower is broken,
so it's time to ski!

More fun in the flakes!  Do you embrace or decry?

The monochrome world.
But this picture doesn't properly tell the story.

That's more like it.
The flakes were driven into my face by the northwesterly wind.

Knowing what is close and far is easy
since contrast fades as the distance increases.

Do you also hear the narrow bridge calling?
"You can make it...slide down the hill and across me."

The view from across the bridge and up the hill on the other side.

It's a beautiful sun-shiny day!

Hope I have enough sunscreen on.

One track up, one track down.

Where is everyone on this fine day?

There must be at least 50 shades of gray in this picture.
Perhaps that would be a good title for a book about cross-country skiing.

Time to head back home.
Sometimes gloves are not kind to fingers.
I should have worn my mittens.

Yes, it is snowing, and there are flakes the size of houses.
Some of them look like google-eyed men with long noses.
And a small beanie.

It's always easier to follow your track back home.

Especially when you keep your skis in the tracks.

Interesting how the same narrative can engender multiple reactions.  Some will be glad they can experience this, while others will reconfirm their decision to avoid it altogether.  A few will wish they could share the joy, and yet another group will lament being trapped in an unforgiving climate they don't believe they can escape.

Which group is yours?