Friday, December 28, 2012

Third Day of Christmas: Snowflakes and Temple Square


Well I went back up to Mill Creek with every intention of taking a good long hike.

The neighbor's gift of fudge...my own pralines and divinity...and lots of other unrestrained self treating needed some redress if I still would like to fit into some of my dresses, if you get my drift.

I only stopped to take pictures a few times on the way up to the groomed trail area.

(The fact that I had my camera with me should have revealed to me that I really wasn't that serious about hiking actually.)

I admit it: I am a glutton for candy and eye candy.

The temps were in the low 20s; the wet looking roads were thankfully well salted.

This time I didn't have the canyon all to myself.
I didn't mind...and no one seemed to mind me pulling off the road at will to take pictures.
Once I got up to the groomed area I parked and started to get out my snowshoe gear.
But I was distracted.

The car was being covered with amazing snowflakes!

I grabbed my camera again, staying in my snow boots that are not really that warm.

My powder suit wasn't really all that warm either.
It would have been if I had been moving about.
But in this case I was totally focused on standing as still as I possibly could for each camera click.

Using the sports/high speed setting and my regular "kit" lens, I just wedged myself as much as possible and started shooting.
 

The high speed shooting setting helped with the micro movements I made just clicking the camera.

Most of these flakes are on the edge of my side mirror or along the black trim beneath the windows.
 

I did prowl around the cars next to my car to see if I could see cool flakes there.
The red car next to mine had a few goodies.

The parking area had been well salted and the snow turned to slush around my feet.

My feet were freezing, and my fingertip-less gloves left my fingertips feeling pretty frozen too.

Suffering for my art...yeah, that's what it was!

If you look closely you can see the etched writing on the lower corner of the side window glass.
Gives some perspective on how tiny these flakes really were. 
 

It was about 23 degrees about then. How there could have been water droplets I have no idea.
I did notice that breathing near the flakes was a bad idea.
They poofed into nothing if hit by the smallest breath.
 
 
 
 

Eventually a few flakes hit the windows and stayed frozen long enough for a shot.
Enjoy the next few snowflake shots while immersing your feet in ice water to get the full sensation of being right there with me!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

There might of been a few duplicates in those last photos.
Picasa was acting up and I tried to fix the duplicates, then gave up.
Forgive both me and Picasa, OK?

I did finally go snowshoeing, just to keep myself honest with myself.
The snow was piling down from the sky and I got such a kick out of coming across a woman walking about ten dogs all by herself on the trail.

We had a nice chat about how beautiful the area was right now.
She explained that the dogs were not all hers; she was a professional dog walker.
Lucky dogs!

I had left for Mill Creek around three and got home (after a quick trip to the grocery store) around six.
Our neighbor's tree lights were so charming glowing beneath the snow.
A quick bowl of split pea soup that my dil had made and shared, some potato chips and yogurt for dinner and I was out the door again, still in my powder suit and snow boots.
I hadn't even taken off my ski cap to eat!
Temple Square was calling to me!

Downtown in snowfall....bright colorful lights on the streets.

Then there is REALLY bright lights in the Square itself.
 
 
 

Can't remember having so much snow on the valley floor.
Some of the Temple Square lighting designs were buried beneath the snow!
 

The place was packed.
Babies were bundled up tight with just little noses and wide eyes and pacifiers showing.

Across from the Square is the City Creek shopping center with a covered bridge over the street.
 

I've taken a carriage tour here before.
It is pretty hairy as the tour goes smack dab through the middle of downtown traffic.

Walking the Square itself is plenty good enough fun.

The shepherds watching the flocks were coming pretty darn close to losing sight of their sheep due to snow cover!

Various languages and cultural images shine from  the glowing bags that line the walkways.
 
 

Brrrr...I mean baaa.....
 
 

One area has a nativity scene and voice over loud speaker telling the story and playing carols sung by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
Very stirring actually.
 

The scene's life sized characters, including camel riding wise men, seemed very real.

The statue honoring the Hand Cart Mormon pioneers was almost painfully realistic.
I have read the diaries of the Mormons who trekked from the East coast using just handcarts and were caught in horrible snowstorms on the way.
 

Temple Square at Christmas is a must see.

Downtown Salt Lake is a must see too.
One street has the University of Utah symbol glowing repeatedly the entire street.

The City-County Building holidays up by switching the lighting up top to red and green.

With the addition of falling snow and low clouds reflecting back all the lights, the building looks quite festive.
 

The blue trees on the second level make the whole building look both Christmas-y and patriotic at the same time.

I was back home by eight and so ended my Third Day of Christmas adventures.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

The 2012 Christmas...aka Baby's First Christmas


Ah to be so wide eyed innocent!
How blessed he is to be having his first Christmas in such a warm and loving place.
All was joy for him...he is too young to want or understand anything more than his own most basic needs.

So it began...with Christmas Eve.
It snowed and snowed and snowed all day long.
Jeff picked up our traditional order of tamales around one; we met up at his place to eat the hot treats with occasional tears from the really hot guacamole he made using chilies from the Mexican market nearby.
(Note to other such gringo shoppers:  Mexican market chilies are on an entirely different heat scale than chilies from typical American chain markets!)
I decided purple was the right color choice as Advent drew to a close.

Rachel wound up wearing purple too; we did a matchy thing!
Note that Jeff and Luke sported matching plaid.
A few gifts were opened then we went to the Cathedral for the 4 pm Carol Service.
The snow was still coming down hard.
Bernie still is lame from his surgery.
We all piled out of the car at a curb and let Jeff drive it away to try to find parking.
The Cathedral has thirty steps up to the door, sloshy snowy stone steps.
Hmmmm....
Rachel carried Luke, Bernie winced and grimaced and eventually we got inside.
It was ten minutes into the service by then and there was standing room only.
After standing through seven stanzas of "Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel"  (sung so beautifully it was like a taste of heaven)  Bernie was past his pain threshold.
We moved into the small side chapel where we could sit for a bit, then we tackled the stairs to get back to street level, with Jeff racing to get the car again.
Next year perhaps the entire service will be enjoyed.
We can hope.

The grandkitties were pleased to have us back again.
Sitting beside a warm fire suited us just fine, then Jeff and Rachel left for a dinner with friends and Bernie and returned to our house for some serious knee icing.
His knee was swollen almost double in size from our Cathedral outing.
:-(
The good news was that my Dad had been able to go home from the hospital that evening.
He had begun to run a fever three days earlier, and when he collapsed while attempting to walk to the bathroom, my mom had to call 911.
A trip to the emergency room and loads of tests showed that he had a bacterial bone/blood infection.
This was very serious news and for awhile surgery on an open wound on his scalp was considered, but the antibiotics began to work and so that risky procedure was avoided.
Prayers were raised and answered.
A former Sunday School student of my parents wound up being his nurse.
Sweet grace from on high.
He spent his 89th birthday in the hospital; was released on Christmas Eve and will be on a drip for five weeks to knock out the infection.
He told us it was NOT a Merry Christmas this year.
Me...I was glad he survived the worst of the infections issues.

The next day, Christmas, dawned clear and bright.

The birds swarmed the trees and feeders, trying to gobble up enough food to make up for the day hunkered down during the snowfall.

We had Christmas breakfast at our house; mulled cider, cranberry orange waffles and egg-bacon cups.
Didn't manage to get a picture but it was a lovely set table made even more lovely with the sweetness of a baby pounding on his high chair tray as we ate.
Then we opened  more gifts and enjoyed just being together.

Christmas Night we met up at Jeff's house again.
Someone was taking a late nap when we arrived.
He seemed ready to take on another round of Christmas!

We had gotten Luke a red Rocking Moose; Jeff had acquired the reindeer sweater for his boy.
The combination was just perfect!

While Jeff and Rachel finished making a masterful meal, I helped out by holding the baby.

Kissing the boy was an on going activity!

Getting a good family picture took a few tries.

And more kissing went on...he looks a little done with the mushy stuff by now doesn't he?

I was so happy to be having this picture taken; so happy that I was not needing to race to San Diego to meet the medical emergency...

More kisses....

Of course our first grandcat Meowsie got loved on too.

As did his brother Cheeto.

I got down on the floor with the creeping baby who was pulling himself along in the classic "wounded soldier" on his tummy crawl.

OK...I have to admit taking pictures on the floor is great fun.

I just followed him around and let him explore his world.

It has been many years since I viewed a Christmas tree from the floor.

I wonder if he wonders why it is attached to the tree with a string.

Now I bought him a sock monkey jack-in-the-box thinking he would either laugh or cry at the surprise monkey  "pop".
Instead he took the "pop" without a single blink or expression change.

He was quite fixated on figuring out how that crank thing worked though.

Nope, that doesn't do it...

Trying again with the fingers...

Seriously, why doesn't this thing work?

I know it has something to do with this thingamabob...

If only I could make it work....

Nuthing.
I've got nothing here.
Someone want to help the boy out?

Instead we put him into his Command Center.
He has discovered his command center commands absolutely nothing.

And that when we are eating he thinks he should have something to eat too.
An apple slice kept him happy for a little while.
Then we switched it out for different apple slice.
 
Eventually the Christmas sweater came off and jammies went on and off Luke went to bed.
Cheeto sat as if to say "So Christmas is over?"
For now...at least Christmas Day was done.
Onward we go for the exciting next 12 days!
It is snowing like crazy again.
Thinking it is time for another snow shoe outing....
Might just do that almost every day!

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Second Day of Christmas: Snowshoeing in Millcreek


We had a lovely Christmas....there will more about that later on another post.
For now, while everyone is full to the gills with all the Christmas treats and batting back the whispers that say "I will be good and exercise later..."

Let it be known that snowshoeing does burn calories and allows one to enjoy winter's special beauty.

Come along on with me!

I wrestled with the fact that this time I would be snowshoeing alone.
It felt so lonely to think about going out alone.
No friends who I could call and invite to come along, and Bernie is still recovering from his knee surgery.

Well...being alone and being lonely aren't necessarily the same thing.
The beauty in the Canyon was company enough.
 

Being alone I could stop and stare at the bits of colorful lingering autumn.

Chuckle at the picnic tables and benches that will likely be completely buried in a day or so.
 
 

It was a fine way to celebrate the Second Day of Christmas.
The area I was in in Mill Creek Canyon is called Church Fork.
It is easy to feel like one is in God's private woods there.
And it is a great place to get in some exercise too.