I thought you might enjoy a photo of the pizza delivery van stranded outside our house for the last three days:
Can’t see it? It’s right there, in the centre, the smooth mound with the point on the top (that’s the Domino’s sign–nope we don’t eat Domino’s; we eat Pagliacci). Here’s a picture of the ravine this morning:
And here’s the same view an hour earlier:
I’ve been fascinated by the snowlight. I get up at two o’clock in the morning just to look at it. It’s unearthly. For the first time I think I understand the association of the winter solstice with magic and miracles.
And now the light is changing yet again. Now instead of the graphites and greys, instead of the dove-feather blues and violets, I’m seeing white and green. Hold on… There:
Enough photos for a while. I know I don’t capture what I see. I just can’t help trying, y’know? I think I’ve spent too much time talking to photographers lately :) Speaking of which, I’d really like to do a blog this week about the work of Jennifer Durham. Hopefully, Hild won’t prove much of a jealous mistress. Stay tuned.
This kind of cozy weather means we’re drinking more wine than usual. (Hey, a warm fire, twinkling tree, food roasting in the over–you’d have to have a heart of stone to not want to add wine and conversation to the mix.) Last night it was a nice Châteauneuf-du-Pape that we’d had kicking around in the wine fridge for a while. We couldn’t remember if it was a so-so buy or Something Special so we thought, fuck it, the time to live life is now, so we opened it. It was luscious. Life is very, very good.
Nicola Griffith 
<>“I think I’ve spent too much time talking to photographers lately”<>Uh, I don’t think so. :)Thanks for the photos. It all looks and sounds amazing. I think you are getting your point across very well. You are making me very jealous. BTW, can I come over for dinner tonight?How’d the pizza guy get home?
It’s so cold here, the snow squeaks when you walk on it. I wear two pairs of socks even in the house. On the other hand, something that makes even manic-depressive people almost saintly, the sun is flooding the landscape with light. That and a beer should get me by.I for one would love to read a blog about Jennifer Durham.
jennifer, I have no clue how the pizza person got home. My guess is s/he walked up a few blocks to where things level out a bit and called for rescue. Pretty sure s/he’s not still in the van :)barbara, I also wear two pairs of socks–but that’s because I loathe slippers.
Watching on the news your weather looked unbelievable! In Michigan, we’re used to it, but every summer we get collective amnesia so we forget how to behave responsibly on snow covered roads. This year my mother’s place in northern Michigan needed to get the roof cleared off from fallen snow so that the whole thing didn’t collapse. A few years ago the man who cleared the roof snow pushed part of it off the roof and onto the deck, promptly collapsing the deck. We haven’t heard yet how this new guy did.I love looking at the world at night with snow as the source of lighting. There’s something about that that makes me feel like I’m the only person on earth. And somehow that gives me some peace for a time.Today I hear it is raining in the Seattle area, so am thinking your snow will soon be of the past. Our two feet disappeared in a day. I wasn’t here at that time, but was told the temp reached about 60 and it rained. Yup, that’s Michigan. Enjoyed your photos.duff