Winter’s party

Winter arrived with a windy bang.  The arrival party was the weather event of the season.  While we only got a trace of the snow here,  sister states  received a large helping of the white stuff.  But, for us, a bit of the white was enough to put even those of the Grinch persuasion into the Christmas mood.

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90 responses to “Winter’s party

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  2. tired after all the walking watching bare trees with no leaves..snow as usual, broken twigs on stream..reminds me of a juicy boe, since I am hungry from all the knee deep snow walk..wuff wuff

  3. Brilliant photos! I feel as if I am there. I love the colouring with the hint of red and that yellow road narrows sign. Absolutely beautiful.

  4. Absolutely beautiful photos, thank you for sharing! I just want to wrap up in a blanket, drink hot cocoa, and look at these pictures all day. 🙂

  5. I saw a few white flakes about 15 minutes ago…
    I think they know we have our snow blower ready 🙂
    Just learning my photo program. I kind of think it is funny that it has an app for making photos look like they come from the 1960’s…but then that was the time of my ‘youth’.

  6. Hi! I thought I’d drop by and check out your blog after you “Liked” my most recent post on I am so very glad that I did! For one thing, I truly love your photos. For another thing, you’re a fellow Ohioan, although it seems from downstate. I’m in a ‘burb of Cleveland. Does my disclosure mean we must be bitter enemies now? I hope not. 🙂

    The third thing I really love about your blog is that you’re a dog lover and it shows! I am passionate about my girls–two mixed-breeds and an Airedale Terrier. They are my “4-legged children.” I don’t know what I’d do without them. They comfort me when I’m distressed; the ‘dale helps me get up when I fall, assuming I don’t have to put much pressure on her, but only need to use her to balance myself; they make me laugh even when I should be angry with one or more of them, and yes; they definitely work together to outsmart the human. They succeed more often than I want to admit.

    At any rate, thank you for dropping by and for giving me the opportunity to visit your blog. I need good visuals to get me through the day, so I’m going to follow you.

    Take care!


    • Nah. I’ve lived in Ohio since 1999. I am a southern boy so I don’t get into the whole Reds v. Indians and Bengals v. Browns. I’ve been to Cleveland several times. I almost went to law school up there. Glad you came to visit my blog and I’m glad you have two wonderful children in your life. Everyone, who is decent, needs a good pup in their life. The world would be a happier place.

      • Cool! My people are from northwestern Georgia originally. My great-great aunt, Ethel, and her husband, Walter, came up in the 1910s and opened a successful general store. They were followed to Cleveland some years later (estimating about 10 years because I’ve forgotten the exact dates) by my grandfather whose mother, my great-grandmother, Carrie, hurriedly sent him here to escape a lynching because he beat up a white boy. No sooner than one year later, she and the rest of her children quickly boarded a train and moved up here to stay because nightriders came looking for my great-grandfather because he’d voted even though there were voter suppression laws that kept most blacks from doing so. Being a landowner and educated, the laws didn’t stop him. What did stop him was the flu epidemic of 1919-1920ish. The nightriders came on a night when, as it happened, my great-grandfather had traveled to Tennessee to see about a relative who had taken very ill with influenza. He caught it and died there. The nightriders didn’t know that he was even gone because that left my great-grandmother vulnerable with two very young boys and a daughter who was just reaching puberty. She held them off with a shotgun, but she was just lucky. She saw the writing on the wall, as it were, and left Georgia to join her sister and brother-in-law.

        Ethel and Carrie held salons on Sunday afternoons. There was always a relative or boarder around and people dropped by for early dinner, conversation and lively discussion. Carrie and Ethel were educated women who began a tradition in our family. Ethel graduated from Fisk University and Carrie graduated from Knoxville Normal College, now part of the University of Tennessee system. “Normal” schools and colleges were the earlier equivalent of, let’s say, Kent State University’s College of Education. They taught teachers how to teach. She began a long line of educators in our family. My mother taught in the Cleveland Public School System for nearly 40 years. She “retired” and worked as a substitute teacher in long-term assignments for nearly another decade before truly retiring.

        I wish that I’d had an opportunity to know Grandmother Carrie and Aunt Ethel better, but I was just a wee bit over 10 years old when Ethel died and Carrie was ill with various things nearly as long as I can remember. I have a very strong sense memory of smelling bread baking and I remember that there was a spot in the kitchen floor that was uneven. If I didn’t step on it just right, I tended to fall. I also remember an old-fashioned sink in the kitchen. I’ve never seen one like it since. The house is definitely haunted, but not by anyone malevolent. The people who live their know confirmed it, so my childhood memories of seeing certain people I didn’t know or know about were spot on.

        Sorry to carry on like that, but I don’t often have an opportunity to talk about Southern history as it intersects the North in general and my family in particular. What part of the South are you from?

      • Sounds wonderful. I love it. You can write about it anytime you want. Have you been to the Freedom Center (Underground Railroad) here in Cincinnati? I used to have membership there. It’s wonderful.

      • No, I haven’t. In fact, I’m ashamed to say that I’d forgotten there was a museum-like attraction there for the Underground Railroad until you mentioned it above. I’d love to go, but it is rare, indeed, that I get down to that part of Ohio. I want to update an interview I conducted with a musician in Dayton for publication at some point in or before June and hope to go down there. Perhaps I’ll do an overnight in Cincy and go see the Freedom Center. Thanks!

        BTW, I am so loving your photographs. I really, really love the set with the old wooden pylons on the dock. You are correct. They make very interesting subjects to study.

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