Oh, hail. I thought I was through with posting for today. But no, the weather created the opportunity for a trilogy. Can you guess what it’s doing now?
And here are the pictures:
Hail on the railing.
Hail on the porch.
Hail falling.
Hail hitting the tree.
And, as with every good trilogy, we have a common thread weaving through: the dirt bike riding kokopelli.
I love Sundays. Got most of my cleaning and laundry done yesterday, home from church by noon means the rest of the day is for relaxing. Or taking pictures. Last night’s snow has turned into slush, brought down some branches in the front yard and a huge chunk of snow fell off the tree and onto the roof of my car with a big clang as I pulled into the carport.
Here’s the pictures I took today, a few first thing in the morning, the rest this afternoon.
First thing in the morning, snow clumped up on the tree in my front yard.
6” of snow on the porch railing.
The leaves hadn’t had a chance to fall, and not the snow is weighing down the tree.
The power, phone and cable wires to my house, in the back. How that snow stayed on, or should I say “attached”, to the power wire I’ll never know, but by the afternoon it had given up and fell to the ground.
This afternoon, after I’d driven over the snow in the driveway. No, I don’t shovel, that’s why I bought a Subaru.
Tire tracks through the snow.
Water dripping and hitting the railing on my front porch.
You can see the water pooling on the railing at the bottom of the snow.
Slush on the chair.
And another shot of the dirt bike riding kokopelli about to turf it in the snow.
You can click on any picture to see it bigger.
I love the first snow of the year. Actually, as long as I don’t have to drive anywhere (except to play in it) I really do love it when it snows. Don’t like winter, don’t like cold, but like snow. Go figure.
The storm was supposed to hit last night. Rain, turning to snow overnight and then some more rain/snow mix today. Instead it was nice enough out that I got to fix the leaning fence, cover the swamp cooler and winterize the back porch. With power tools (dangerous in the rain) and not even a light jacket.
Tonight’s a whole different story. About 5ish, it snowed a little, changed to rain and then even cleared up enough to see the sun poke out right before sunset. Now, 8:58 Mountain Standard Time, it’s snowing like Buffalo, NY out there. Big, honkin’ flakes, not our usual tiny, dry “Greatest Snow on Earth” snow. But hey, it is only the middle of November.
Anyhoo, here’s a few of the shots I just took from my front porch.
This is the only one I took with the flash, right out my front door. The flash made it to the railing of my porch, but that’s about it.
My new street lamp. As you’ll see in the next picture, it’s not what made the sky that freaky reddish color.
Looking down my street as the bus goes by.
My dirt-biking kokopelli hits a little snow on the porch railing.
Candid, huh? At first thought this implies humans or pets. But in my never ending quest to be different, and obnoxious, this is what I chose as my candids:
I took these pictures this morning while I was photographing the sunrise from my school. For those of you outside our Pretty, Great State of Utah, the seagull is our state bird, and for a landlocked state we have plenty of ‘em.
The folk lore goes that the summer the LDS pioneers came to the Salt Lake Valley their crops were inundated by locus, threatening to leave them with no food to make it through the winter. Before the locus could totally destroy their crops, a huge flock of seagulls swooped down on the valley and ate the locus, saving the crops and thereby saving the pioneers.
Whatever one believes, the fact is that you can’t go anywhere along the Wasatch Front without running into a seagull. They’re out at the Great Salt Lake, the ponds in our parks and of course the landfill. But to me, like the pigeon, despite having a reputation as being a dirty, pesky little bird, I find the seagull kinda cute.
