Snowfall means family fun
My children thought their dad was too old to go sledding.
I was a bit concerned about it myself.
So we just stuck to the small slope beside our house. There really wasn’t enough ice this time around for the best of sledding.
One thing I did convince them of is that the sled with the most weight aboard traveled the farthest. Naturally I won as far as distance goes. But my form wasn’t the best.
Last weekend’s snowfall provided lots of winter beauty and some fun, too.
We also built two snowmen, one a bit taller than the other, and as of Tuesday morning, they were still standing - the only snow left in our front yard.
We didn’t have a full-fledged snowball fight, but we tossed a few at each other.
It was the first “big snow” (three inches) for our 4-year-old Erin. She loved every second of it.
She went to bed Friday night wanting to go out in the snow, woke up Saturday morning wanting to go out in the snow and asked numerous times throughout the day Saturday to go back out into the snow, again and again.
She would be shivering in the yard underneath the coat, cap and gloves.
I would say, “Erin, let’s go inside; you’re freezing.”
“No, Daddy, I want to ride one more time.”
We even had to do a little more sledding Sunday afternoon, before what little ice there was on the small hill melted.
I enjoyed looking at the sites around our city Friday evening and Saturday.
The huge snowflakes were falling rapidly before we left the office Friday. They started about 3 p.m., just like the weatherman said for once.
Most co-workers cut out early as driving conditions worsened. They live in the country. I hung around.
I went out in the falling snow, wearing only a light coat and no cap, and started capturing it on my digital camera.
The picture-taking continued on the ride home, after arriving home, and early the next morning.
The snowfall and its landing on the surface painted some fantastic photos in and around Holly Springs, particularly as darkness set in Friday night.
I seemed to be in the right place at the right time for some good photos, several of which I hope to include in this week’s newspaper.
Saturday morning, Emma, Andy and Erin wanted to ride with me out Highway 4 East to the church building.
On the way back, Emma was holding my camera. As we crossed the railroad bridge on Salem Avenue, I noticed the train approaching the track that was surrounded by snow, on the ground and in the trees, with just the right lighting, too.
I shouted, “Emma, Emma, take a picture. Quick!”
It appeared to be a photographer’s dream photo.
I slowed to a stop, with a Holly Springs police car behind me.
Emma had never used my camera before. She focused and snapped.
The result may be in this week’s paper, if it indeed proves to be one of our best from the weekend’s snow storm.
I hope your family enjoyed the “white stuff” as much as we did.
Maybe we will have another snow soon. I might not be able to go sledding too many more years, according to my children.
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