Friday, November 7, 2008


When it snows for the first time each winter I am compelled to build a snowman. Even if he ends up covered in leaves, grass, and yellow spots.

1 comment:

Robert Chaplin rca said...

Like the ghost of Christmas past, writ large in golden letters 'pon the snow. I remember Buckethead, who could ever forget Buckethead and all the good times, And the festive wintertime Buckethead magic.