My addiction to the white stuff

The last time I drove into Canada a customs agent asked me to state my business.

“I’m from Florida and I’m here for the snow,” I responded.

His deadpan rejoinder: “Nobody ever said that to me before.”

Strange but true. I’m a Floridian who is obsessed with snow.

Perhaps it’s because I spent the first seven years of my life in Pennsylvania. And I can still remember what it was like waking up and looking, awestruck, out the window that first morning after a heavy snowfall.

So despite spending most of my life on this very hot peninsula, I absolutely must get into some snow from time to time.

I have done winter hikes in the Rockies and the Smokies. And held conversations with statues on park benches in frigid conditions. (A captive audience, right?)

I’ve seen medieval towns and crumbling castles along the Danube dressed up in winter finery. Walking through Prague when its streets and bridges and parks are covered in white is truly a walk through a winter wonderland.

Oh, and I also love to photograph the snow. Which brings me to the reason for this blog.

Stewart Park, Perth, Ontario

Otty Lake, Ontario

A glacier in Iceland

Otty Lake

The Jewish Cemetery in Prague

Prague’s Kampa Island baby sculptures

I dunno. Some frozen cafe somewhere

Perth

Iceland

Ontario

Ontario

Dresden

Iceland

Reykjavík, Iceland

On the Danube

Perth

Innenstadt

Prague

Iceland