by guest blogger, Laurie Graham
As the season turns from fall to winter my heart longs for winters past. As a child I grew up in the great plains of North Dakota. My winters were full of hot chocolate, snow& countless hours on the frozen pond behind our house were my sister & I would ice skate. Winter was such a peaceful time. It seemed that when the snow set in, there was a quiet harmony amongst the land, people slowed down and stayed home due to roads being closed and cars and houses being snowed in. As a child I remember lying in the snow starring up to the sky everything around me was white, the sky, the trees, and the ground. I miss the snow, the blankets of white covering neighborhoods and the time spent on the ice skating rink with my sister.
I know live in sunny southern California where the closest snow is about an hour 1½ drive away. It is very rare when we get snow and it never sticks. Although I am very thankful for the majestic mountains and vibrant colors California has to offer, I will always hold winters past in my heart. This is my photographic tribute to winters past.
Laurie Graham, blog
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