Back to snow again, but this time it's a perfect snow. Big, soft moist flakes falling quietly, perfect for making snowballs, and it probably won't last more than a day or two. The Park was almost unbearably beautiful -felt like I was walking in a living Ansel Adams calendar. (Note to self: Check out the Barnes & Noble calendar sales racks for an Ansel Adams calendar. Although there are rarely any beautiful ones left by this time. Lots of sports, TV shows, dogs wearing clothes, nothing I might actually want to look at for a month at a time. An I guess no one else does either, which is why they're there.) Anyway, the delicacy of snow on trees, the cheeriness of dogs bounding in the snow, just wonderful.The geese were out for a stroll on the snow-covered ice-covered lake. And some came flying in. Dead geese walking, what with the current plans to kill them all in July. So twisted. We saw one of the tagged geese, hanging out with a crowd of mostly ducks. Maybe he's heard and is trying to blend in with the permissible life forms.
No Frisbee players today. Maybe Extreme Frisbee would be playing on snow and ice? A little more dangerous than grass, but not as deadly as razor sharp Frisbees. (cf. previous post.)
Anne tells us she's seen a rare Cooper's Hawk in the Park the last 3 days. One Michael Castellano took the great picture she sent me, which I'm posting.
And we saw a very sad looking blue dog on the way home. Not liking the snow at all, that one.
