On our third day of snow I finally waded through 18″ of fresh powder to the frozen lake and checked out the two iron chairs that sit at the end of the dock. They look comfortably wrapped in a thick, fat white blanket. The strange mound in front on the lower right is the fake owl that serves as a buddy to ducks in the summer. My home weather station shows a sun icon, a change may be on the way, but at the moment it is 8 degrees, snowing, with very low visibility. The world is a silent white broken only by the sound of a distant plow, pushing, straining, creating mountains where none were before. Alaska. When this storm clears we will be dazzled by skies of northern lights.
Gail Niebrugge, landscape artist
