Sunday Serenity #111

Last Thursday in my post Wallow Your Bliss I confessed how much I love snow even though I know what a hassle it is for most people--those who have lives. It was on my mind because weather reports were predicting a possibility of more snow for SW Washingtion which had been hit by that major snow storm just before Christmas. The same snow storm that delayed my trip from Southern Oregon for ten days. By the time I got here the snow was gone.

Anyway, the predicted snow did not arrive this week. So I decided to collect some images of snow for my Sunday Serenity post to illustrate what I love about snow. Which is essentially what it is about it that induces feelings of joy and serenity and hope in me. While I was uploading the images to this post, my sister looked out the window and said, "Hey, it's snowing." And then mentioned that she forgot to tell me that I'd missed the dusting on the ground this morning that had melted before I woke up.

I think I may have found a clue as to where my love of snow came from. The image at the head of this post of the lone wolf on a snowy hillside hung on the wall at my Grandparents. A print, not the original painting of course. When I came across it on art.com a little while ago, an infusion of 'warm fuzzy' overcame me. Hmmm.

All the pictures are linked to the page I found them. All but two are from art.com. The other two are from freefoto.com.












The above is a picture of Multnomah waterfall on the Columbia River Gorge outside of Portland, Oregon, not forty miles from where I sit. Our family and our Church youth groups made a number of visits to it in Spring and Summer throughout my childhood. I never saw it like this. Tho in November 1978 a couple weeks before our wedding, Ed and I went there to make the climb to the top only to find the bridge and the path leading up from it coated with ice. The waterfall itself was an ice sculpture with very little falling water visible.