In the swirling, tumbling, dancing of the snowflakes, one can see the sun beaming behind the clouds. In the prismatic dispersion of sunlight through rain droplets, one can see the order from the chaos.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Jug End Slip and Slide
What happens to the end of the jug when it freezes? It becomes slippery is what.
Hacinto Querer takes a tumble.
Don't let that white stuff fool ya. It's all ice underneath.
Jacinto hobbles across the icy path and can't believe it when he makes it across without taking a tumble.
Ben finds this all very funny.
Hector Gallargia whips the air with his scarf.
Horace the Honorable reaches the summit in grand fashion.
This is the town where I grew up. That is the pond I drive by everyday since I can remember.
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2 comments:
nice shotz, dude.
-b
jeeps jake,
great to have the possibility to enjoy the snow-scapes (&-falls) from our little Belgian country.
More pleazzze :-).
It snowed here as well this week, I couldn't believe my eyes!
And yeah, I know what it's like not having a car..I regret having sold mine now, but it's better for the birds and the bees (and our legs - long live the bike), right?
Greetz at everibodeeeej!
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