{calm before the storm print by Jérémi Savoie}
So, supposedly, it's going to snow in Portland this weekend. Squee! I'm SOO excited! I grew up at the base of the mountains in Reno where winter often brought snow drifts higher than the head of my 6'4" father. My family always had malamutes and I tried to turn them into genuine sled dogs, roping my measly plastic "snowburner 5000" around their chests so they could tug me along through the backyard. It was a thrill in short bursts that usually resulted in my landing face first into a pile of powder, but boy, was it fun. I thought I had left even the possibility of snow behind me when I moved to Portland, so to think that I here too have the chance to see those sparkling crystals falling down, hear the hushed quiet of a snowy evening... oh it makes my heart fill with glee! The projected high of 24 degrees, on the other hand, is not quite so thrilling. Wet cold is damn cold. Better bundle up!
{frozen sunset polaroid print by futurowoman}
{coping by Robert Socha}
