Snow is pretty.
Snow on ice after ice skating is pretty. I took a ton of photos of it because it reminded me of cubism.
The creepy hole in the ice for pouring water over said ice to make it smooth is not pretty, and is rather nerve wracking. It actually has a nice layer of ice over top and and huge bump of ice all around– no one is going through (and there is a rope nearby) but still, rather scary. And that is my dad cleaning the ice so it would be nice the next day– keeping the ice nice when it is snowing is lots of work.
James stole my phone and took a photo of me ice skating. So that is me.
And that is Rachel. She fell, and laughed.
Issac spent hours trying to perfect a sled riding track (with my help.) Lots of physics involved (slope, weight, gravity, angle, etc.) as well as lots of physical labor (I had a tiny metal kids shovel that I was using to perfect the ramp so he would go all the way down the hill instead of off to the side.)
More snowy photos (and ice skating photos to come.)