Monday, February 3, 2014

Like RoadKill, It Is Indiana's Time to Shine

For a few brief, glorious moments this morning, Indiana was the prettiest place on earth.  A heavy fog had transformed scraggly trees and bent-over field stubble into a winter wonderland.


 Heavy crystals dripped like spanish moss from evergreen boughs


 and dormant trees bloomed in frosty splendor.


The curtain of fog burned away in the morning sun and this little town turned back into the proverbial pumpkin she always was.

Not to be a kill-joy, but the dream-like appearance of northern Indiana this morning cannot be attributed to the natural beauty of the area. 

 Even the half-rabbit roadkill I passed looked startlingly pretty as it glittered in the sun.  

Hmm...I am sensing a metaphor there.

On the way back from errands, I spied the rounded rump of another vintage trailer while driving down a snowy back street.


To my untrained eye, it looked like a late 40's Vagabond in serious need of some love. 


Hopefully somebody has plans to make it beautiful and roadworthy again.

2 comments:

  1. Great photos! Can't wait to see you guys on the move!

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  2. Thanks Leigh! We can't wait either...as soon as we can escape the mountains of snow here, we will be on our way!

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