Horse Waits in Snow

At least he has a blanket!

Barely seen

I do try to take my Friday photo on Friday, but it seems for weeks Friday has had the most uninteresting sky. Other days are sunny, other days have interesting clouds, sunrises, sunsets. Alas, Friday is stuck in a pearl bowl. But I caught a glimpse of the sun as is slipped through a crack between the white world and the white sky about 6pm. Snap!

Taken above the snow mountains by the hospital.

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A walk in the sun

I'll be inside today, toiling for Taxaide, but yesterday I took a wonderful walk in the deep powdery fresh snow and sparkling sunshine. My dogs loved it, burrowing under the snow for voles (they didn't catch any) and bounding through the drifts. I loved being outside in the sun!

This is the Memory Isle Bridge. I'm not sure why it is called Memory Isle or what it commemorates, but the island in the Rocky River was created when a dam collapsed a very long time ago. The bridge is the only way on to the island. The picture I wish I had gotten was a long line of Canada geese sitting in the river, fifty or more, lined up facing me. Swimming regally past them was a swan, like a general reviewing the troops. Camera misfire!

Clean-up

After yesterday's storm the front-loader was busy. I wonder where they put the snow?

They have a lot more trouble with snow removal in Sweden - see this photo from Haninge.

Noah Lake

It's pouring snow today, so instead of looking out the window I will look at the blue shadows and bright sunshine in this picture I took yesterday at Noah Lake. The little park at the lake is reached by driving down a very narrow peninsula; a little frightening since it is hard in the snow to tell where the roadway ends and the lake begins! One of the many lakes that encircle Three Rivers.

Brownie's Radiator

This cute old building, possibly a 1920s gas station and formerly decorated with a large sign reading "Brownie's Radiator", was located for years at the center of a controversy, as well as on a main road. The owner, Mr. Brownie himself, I presume, kept dilapidated cars parked around the building. Despite the "Brownie's Radiator" sign, I never saw anyone working, and assumed it was more a spot for old cronies to sit, smoke, complain to each other about electronic ignitions, and get away from the wife.

Eventually the junk cars, which he called his collection, precipitated complaints from the neighbors. The City Fathers Frowned. Actions were Taken. "I-can-do-what-I-want-with-my-property" activists Reacted. Neighbors were Enraged. Soon a kerfuffle of epic proportions stormed through the City Halls. But Mr. Brownie sailed serenely on, his prow high above the waters of the squall, his "collection" intact, until his recent sad demise.

The building then became a Mexican market, which promptly went out of business. Someone should check the Feng Shui of that corner.

(Note: I fully expect someone to tell me that "That's Not Right, It Didn't Happen Like That At All." What can I say? I just look, and read the papers...)

Alley

Sealed up window and dark passageway, delicate Victorian decorations and crumbly brick walls. Walls that have been here a very long time, and have their own secrets.

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