Now see, it wouldn’t have worked without a lot of snow. How else would I have stood them on their ends? This scene from last week shows what I built with the giant icicles I broke off the canales (roof drains)—one over seven feet long—to let the meltwater run off faster. A little less of [...]
winter

See the mound of old tires? »Buy This Photo!«
The muscle in your soul gets stronger, that’s it. What, you expected something more? You thought you won the jackpot? In a way, you have. You’re still ugly as a rusty dump truck, and maybe if you squat down on the floor, it’s hard to get back up again. But hey, the muscle in your [...]

Solid ice in front of the doorway now, almost a week later »Buy This Photo!«
Six days ago, it was still coming down. The winter storms were like cars in a freight train, rolling in every night. The snow was hardly ever heavy, just fine little flakes falling silently and constantly, without any wind, over days and days. This is a perfect example of my new axiom that a whole [...]

It’s beautiful but we can use some sun »Buy This Photo!«
Doom sucks. I ought to know, I’ve been scared for years. We’ll get to that part later. On top of everything else, the ten day cycle of repeating snows—it seems like a lifetime—finally pounded the self-respect out of me. The road, you know. The cratered two hundred yards of dirt the county in its wisdom [...]

[Gulp] Even deeper since I took this shot! »Buy This Photo!«
The days and nights are all a-jumble with the snow. I don’t know where one stops and another one starts. When did it begin, last week? Feels like the stuff has been drifting down in tiny little flakes since I was born. It just keeps building. We woke up this morning to at least another [...]