Turns out these ones were satisfied with a little less. After a few minutes the girls returned to our front yard to construct this rather disappointing subject, a diminutive specimen. The attention to detail is a bit reminiscent of a snowman from a Calvin and Hobbes strip, for which I give them props. But I guess next time Ken and I will have to show them how it's really done.
The advent of new snow a few days ago sent the neighbor girls outside in a frenzy of excitement. They immediately started rolling large snowballs down the middle of the street and I was convinced that, as is the case for so many children, a day long project resulting in a snowman of epic proportions was about to ensue.
Turns out these ones were satisfied with a little less. After a few minutes the girls returned to our front yard to construct this rather disappointing subject, a diminutive specimen. The attention to detail is a bit reminiscent of a snowman from a Calvin and Hobbes strip, for which I give them props. But I guess next time Ken and I will have to show them how it's really done.
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Freezing rain on a dismal November morning. Ken takes to the streets on his teles. A rather anticlimactic video, but it allows you to admire our neighborhood.
October was quite a month. From Afghanistan to Greenland, to Chicago for our wedding and on to Mexico, then back to Chicago, and now home again in Greenland-- with a couple day trips in Iceland thrown in for good measure-- not to mention seeing every good friend I've ever had in life in one place in a space of a few hours--I can't quite keep up with everything and feel my space-time continuum is a little off kilter.
Flying back into Nuuk on a rather scary Dash 8 flight from Reykjavik last night, I wasn't sure how I felt about the return to Greenland. Stepping off the plane into 10° F (-12° C) temps with a wind chill that made things feel much colder, I was pretty sure that life sucked. But once we had climbed into a taxi for home and I had time to take a breath, I looked out the window and saw that the eerie green aurora were stretched like a long curvy finger across the sky and down to the fjord. "Oh hey there," I thought. Then I noticed that our Greenlandic taxi driver was listening to Johnny Cash on the radio, and I said to myself, well, I guess his space-time continuum is a little off too. So, I'll take it. Looking forward to taking some nice pictures as the Greenlandic winter unfolds this month, |