My Colorado family is having a different winter. Abundant snow has given son, Jim, a glorious playground for his high back country skiing on his telemark skis. Here he slogging through the trees at Berthound Pass, altitude 11,000 feet plus. That looks like nothing but torture to me.
Granddaughters, Sophie and Stella look frozen to me on their first day of skiing last week. God love 'em. They are becoming little whizzes on the slopes.
Meanwhile, a friend sent me this shot of my condo in Harbor Springs, Michigan. They are getting hammered with snow and cold there. Dallas, however, cannot decide on balmy, silly spring weather, or blustery cold. Today, 78 to 80 degrees. Christmas eve, maybe 50 with lows in the 30s. I think I will take the latter.
I'm a sure enough Dallas native who spent a good part of my life in northern New Mexico, where I learned the arts of spinning, weaving, and dyeing. Combining those skills with my long time love, knitting, is what I do best these days.