cold can twist things into weird shapes
this is snow that has been blown over the edge of the church's roof
(where we worked this morning putting up ceiling tiles)
(o.k. David worked, I took pictures and vacuumed)
as the snow and ice is pushed along by the wind, it is twisting and folding in on itself
the lines are from the rain gutters
(and the icing on my cake ...
seeing the man i love be the man i knew he always was.
these days i speak more compliments than criticism,
and it does both of us good.)