Happy New Year to all.
I am in a snowy spot where it is -3 and am anthropologically taking in and processing ski-culture. This non-skier has her head down working, but my eyes are bright at the sight of these lovely trees with their snowy sleeves all the way down their bodies.
I am not au fait with the traffic rules between pedestrians and skiers on the hill (or the brief path they share). The snowboards growl out a warning as they arrive, but they seem to land on their arses more frequently than their poled companions.
The weather gets top billing in ski-land. This is pleasing.
I hope 2012 will be full of Malarky.
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