This blurry fellow lived and died on our front porch this past weekend. My first snowman! And yes, those are frozen peas for eyes and mouth.
We don’t get much snow here in Seattle. This past weekend brought between 2-3 inches to our house between Saturday evening and Sunday morning, much more than we’ve seen in the past two years. This is only my second Winter here…so it’s the most snow I’ve seen at home EVER. And boy was it fun! Fun once I was able to stop driving in it and make up the serious hill that leads up our street that is. The roads around here are no place you want to be when it snows; we had something like 400 snow-related accidents!!! Yikes. I was glad to be home.
I didn’t realize the importance this little snowman would have for me though, until he started making his melting departure sometime Sunday afternoon…with just a mere 24-hour or so lifespan. Once I saw his goofy frozen-pea smile…I ran for my camera to capture him, make him immortal in a way. I snapped pictures of him, the snowfall, the yard, just the beauty of it all, this random snowfall to brighten up a weekend.
Last Fall I lost the shutterbug in me. Or at least I thought I did. My interest in photography, of finding interesting images and angles was gone. Our house was broken into and all my camera gear stolen. In a day, gone. All of it. The shock of that violation and subsequent loss just shut the photographer in me down in an instant. It was easier to not look for the beautiful shots and interesting things than to see an amazing image and then remember that oh yea, I don’t have a camera to shoot that with. Replacing all that is expensive…and the insurance we had for it all has become a nightmare battle. So all I have even now is my camera phone.
But this little guy…here just briefly because it was cold enough at the right time…brought just the right amount of warmth back for me…to wake up this shutterbug girl again.