Friday, December 17, 2010
No Snowball Fight
I saw larger waves of this white stuff tossed to the shore from my kitchen window one early morning as I drank my first hot cup of coffee. It had just peaked above the shoulder of the land. I knew it was not snow because we were only getting sunny, cold winds when I took this photo on December 6, long before our first real snow on Dec. 16. It does look frosty, though, doesn't it? I put on my coat and headed down to the shore. I stood with my back to the wind and the bite of the early morning sun seemed like golden ice as the wind tried tenaciously to remove my coat and shake my camera free from my hands. I planted my feet wide and observed the morning.
As I went to photograph the largest of this pile of 'snow,' the wind picked a ball of it up as if to start a snowball fight. The foam was light enough to fly and tumbled into the air like a ball of down but soon lost its mass and only left its tiny white tail of bubbles along the shore as it came to rest further up the mud flat that we call a 'beach'...
...and to think I might have missed this by staying in bed!