this time of year i often get nostalgic for my midwestern home. when i think about it more rationally…what is really to miss about 20 below zero, piles of dirty snow turned to ice, and a tightness in my shoulders from the scrunching i do to them while waiting for the car to warm up. all those things aside, there is always a flip side…like the first surprise snow you watch from inside by a fire, or the peacefulness of the walk you take after that first snow, and the clarity in the blue sky on those most coldest days.
the year before i moved away, one of my closest friends came for a visit. she was not from a land of snow, and was overall fascinated with what it was all about. so, naturally, i planned some things for her visit to give her a little taste of how we embraced winter around there. we did things like snow tubing at Theodore Wirth Park, driving around Summit Ave looking at the fabulous displays of holiday lights, and drove up to Lake Superior. while i had been to Lake Superior many a time, this particular visit was more magical. she was also a photographer, and had the ability to actually capture beautiful landscapes on film and have them look as spectacular as you remembered them (landscape photography at this level is definitely a talent i lack). from that moment on, this image of lake superior is one that immediately comes to mind when i am nostalgic for the magic of the winterland. it is paired with another image she took…of me…looking like many minnesotans look in the winter…rosy cheeks with a slight dusting of snow on the lashes.