When I watched this video, I immediately wondered at how bizarre it looks to see the weather change so rapidly from on violent thing to another. That is some impressive natural phenomenon there. Makes me wonder how the Egyptians in the book of Exodus felt.

(Can’t see the video? Watch it on YouTube!)

It’s March. It should be cold. But the last few days have been so beautiful that my daily routine has moved to the back patio. There’s nothing quite like a good cup of hot tea, a fresh bowl of moassal, calm and brisk 60 degree weather, and God’s Word to help bring focus and reflection.

I couldn’t help but take the chance to invite you into my morning routine from the last few days… you know, before the rain starts and spoils it all!

“"History will record that 2009/2010 was the year of the demise of Christianity because it snowed every weekend and all the churches went broke." — Rev.  Dean Snyder, via my friend Chris Owen’s Facebook page

That’s very funny.

The weekend’s storm was incredible. Well, at least for this area. It was beautiful and annoying all at the same time. I’ve been lucky enough not to be stuck in the snow at all while I’m driving. Though in the passenger’s seat of my brother-in-law’s 4WD F150 we spent nearly 30 minutes driving back and forth attempting to escape an off-ramp after helping a stuck driver. We succeeded in escaping, but unfortunately the driver eventually had to ride away without his car.

The photo at the top of this page is a close up of the little stick poking out of the table on the image on the left here. It’s a measuring stick. The photograph was taken before the snow ended at about 28 inches.

And, with all the snow, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make it the subject of this week’s video blog. Enjoy.

It’s nights like these that I feel a certain obligation to have my camera with me. Tonight is the first significant snowfall of the year and potentially the only real snowfall of the year.

As I walked the streets listening to Damien Rice’s album “O”, carrying my camera and looking at the quiet, nearly vacant streets a certain sense of melancholy fell over me. There is something very honest, and peaceful, yet sorrowful about snowfall. The solemn and the cold drove me back in doors, but not before taking this photograph.

Though it may be relatively generic, it does seem to convey my feelings at this time—whatever they may be.