Oh, the beauty of fall! On what might have been one of the last truly warm days of fall – blue sky, a warm breeze, and 70 degrees – I walked through Como Park. I was not alone, as there were people walking, biking, running, meandering – anything to soak up the glorious day. The sunshine brought out the colors of the sky and grass and the flaming red of this tree by the Frog Pond. Now we hunker down for a cold front and snow flurries, thankful for the recent memory of a beautiful day.
It was another bitterly cold day in the Twin Cities. Suffering from cabin fever from our long drawn-out winter, we were looking for a diversion and headed to the Weisman Art Museum on the campus of the University of Minnesota. The visit was wonderful – a chance to forget about the weather and get absorbed in the art inside. The building itself was designed by Frank Gehry and features his Deconstructivist style architecture. The outside panels are a treat for photographers as they reflect the surroundings. With the cold sunshine there were amazing abstracts, lines, designs, and colors.
There is a small diner/restaurant in the neighborhood where we live. I pass it almost every day when I’m out for a walk. The window glass reflects the fallen leaves and their textures, along with the empty bike rack by the street, onto the plates and the table top. Although the diner isn’t open when I go by it’s comforting to see the dishes and silverware and napkins sitting on the tables waiting for someone’s arrival… just as we are waiting for the upcoming holidays, winter, and snow with the turn of the calendar to December..
After a week or more with below freezing temperatures, we reveled in a day of 40 degrees and sunshine. I took advantage of our “heat wave” and went for a long walk that took me through Como Park. As I went past the lake it was wonderful to see the snow and ice patterns. The dark areas in the photograph are clear ice, interrupted by the white snow that had been blown across the lake. There were lots of big cracks going through the surface too. Once we get back to our cold temperatures, the ice will continue to form….all a part of winter in Minnesota.
The snow started Friday night. After 24 hours it was still coming down, whipped by the wind into whiteout conditions. Another 12 hours later the wind had calmed somewhat and the flurries were lighter, but still coming down. The snow was blown into drifts, and it was hanging precariously from the roof eaves. Anywhere from 10 to 12 inches were on the ground. As I headed out to start shoveling my eyes caught sight of the fence. The snow was perched carefully on the railings and even filled in the horizontal line to the caps of the posts. At the bottom the snow had drifted partway up. Two hours of shoveling and the snow was still coming down. Although this sort of snow is not unheard of in Minnesota in April, it is anything but spring-like, and most Minnesotans are dreaming of green grass. Soon!