morning, oh so lovely after a snowfall

These January days give us dark winter mornings, except on a morning like today, after a snow fall when the white crystals of water called snowflakes transform everything and make you exclaim as you open the door, Oh!   In the face of the crisp yet soft beauty, you forget that it will have to be shoveled away as some point in the day.  You trudge gratefully through drifts not worried that the sun might not shine today through the clouds blowing off Lake Michigan.   And if the sun were to appear, it would rise just behind the lighted windows of the house, as if in answer to its beckoning glow.

Signs of the times

I am blogging to you from home again, although I have chosen a photo from downtown Three Rivers to greet you with.  These are windows in the old power plant on the Rocky River just before it enters the St. Joe, but today it is LA's Coffee Cafe with wireless access and offices for small companies like Zen Computing and a travel company.  I took the picture because I love neon signs, but I think I have internet on the mind since the week on the shores of Lake Superior meant such intermittent access, piggybacking on a weak signal from somewhere down the road.  Oddities of the modern world include such telecommunications mysteries as this: my cell phone does not work at home but had great reception up north!