Encore!

We're currently in the midst of our second blizzard of the season. This picture was taken of our shoreline along Lake Michigan. The snow fences are erected each Fall in a vain attempt to keep the beach sand in place.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,

Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,

Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air

Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,

And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end...

...And when his hours are numbered, and the world

Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,

Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art

To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,

Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,

The frolic architecture of the snow.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson