Wind howls, relentless against the walls,
shaking siding, buffeting branches, and toppling trellises. Blasts swirl, shrill and piercing, dodging through gingerbread, and clawing at windows and doors. But the wind is not alone. It comes armed with furious white teeth, biting against panes of glass, imbedding in places where the wind alone cannot stay. Our house bears an ice crystal blanket, every crack and crevice packed with white. Winter builds a fortress to match our own, bite by bite, tooth by tooth, changing the landscape around us.
When the blizzard subsides and sun dazzles, the artistry shimmers in layers of light and shadow. The intricate dance between wind and snow sculpts spectacular drifts, twisted and curved, rippled and fluted – beautiful reminders of winter’s ferocity.
Storm in 1977 piled unusual amount of snow for Essex county! Mom (Eleanor Roadhouse) exploring our snow cave. Photo by Walter Roadhouse.
Mom on a snowdrift – Essex County farm 1976. Notice the corncrib made of snow fence for excess corn that year. Photo Walter Roadhouse.
Snowdrifts on Elgin County farm 2015
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