|Icicles outside an upstairs window.|
|Lone tree across the street from my house.|
|View out my front window as the snow falls.|
|Canada Geese in a field by my girls' school.|
|The top of the hills on Missoula's East side.|
|Looking East around 4 p.m.|
|Again with the deer.|
|Looking North from central Missoula as evening sets in.|
|Snow falling on deer.|
|Sunset on the North hills.|
|Dusk, tip-top of southern hill in Missoula (extreme zoom on camera)|
It's really, really cold. The kind of cold that causes involuntary wimpering when you go outside. Can you feel it in my photos? Everything is that same frostbitten blue color — the sky, the snow, the mountains, the air. They all blend and merge into a silent, frozen canvas. It's so quiet and so beautiful. But if you're outside and you stare too long your eyesballs crystallize so it's best to take in the views by looking through the window while you stand over the heating vents and sip a hot beverage.
Even indoors I can't seem to get warm. I'm in a constant search for heat sources. Aside from heating vents and hot drinks I'm trying fuzzy socks, soup, hair dryers (not just for drying hair - they make a great instant warming device), indoor-mitten-wearing, blankets, and space heaters. If it looks toasty I'm on it like a moth to a flame.
This coming weekend we're heading up to our cabin in Philipsburg, where it was -8 degrees (-22 celsius) at one point last weekend. My family plans to go skiing at Discovery Ski Area. What the—? Not me. I plan to plop myself in a chair by the gas stove, and do all the cozy indoor stuff I love so much.