The Sun Appears

After the storm.

 

Hmmm...how can I catch that bird?



It's pleasure to blow snow on a sunny day.  It feels much different if you have to do it on a stormy night and all you see are the reflectors on the stakes along the side of the driveway and the snow drifting across the road in front of you.

Everything looks so soft and peaceful.

 

And the snow on the trees matches the clouds in the sky.

Ice flowers on our bedroom window.

This guy showed up to check out a deer carcass I had left out for the ravens.

Pictures of my father, Tauno Kilpela, which were on display at his funeral.