My Dad's Visit

My father came to visit me in Boulder... first time since my mother's death in September and, actually, the first time in a long time since my mother needed pretty constant care these past few years. They moved to Dallas in 2000 and my father said he missed snow. Obligingly, we had a really pretty snowstorm on Monday morning and this picture comes from the walk we took along Boulder creek the next day. "This snow is just right for making snowmen," he commented picking up a handful of snow and packing it lightly into a big snowball. Moments later it went flying into the creek where we watched it dissolve in the cold, cold water and float away in chunks.