I was out for a run the other day, and came across this bucolic sight. With the sun dipping over the tree-line, a warm glow was cast upon this snowman. Look at the character in his face. His animation, his decoration, his mannerisms. He looks almost alive. Sure glad he has on those shades to protect his eyes from the setting sun. Such artistic details on a simple snowman. Mmmm, those marshallows look like they are yummy.
But wait there was more -- much more.
An entire snowfamily had been created out of that frozen white stuff. Check out these photos:
This dapper fellow is decked out in the traditional top hat and scarf.
Here's a clever father and son. Their creators are nothing if not imaginative!
Here you can see what they are all up to. They are roasting marshmallows over a snowball fire! Ha!!
I was enthralled by the display. What a gift to offer the many passers-by. And I'm sure for the family that helped bring them to life.
But it brings along another useful lesson, I think, of impermanence. Since taking that run, we've had temps reach into the 50s and received about 2 inches of rain. You can imagine that this snowfamily is no more. And you know their creators realized this inevitability. And yet they created this display anyways. For the sake of creation itself, not for the (perceived) permanence of the creation. Is that not a lesson to us all? The art, the beauty, the joy is in the moment ... in the creative act itself.
And what of this snowfamily? Where did it go once the rains came? It simply went back to its source --turned once again into water, bringing life to others downstream.
And what of their accoutrements? Packed away, I expect, for another cold snowy day. When a new family can be brought to life. And to help add the zest of life to their creators.
