"Where we live and who we live there with define the terms of our relationship to the world and to humanity."
~ Wendell Berry
Thursday, December 07, 2006
That's no coconut
The pilot light on my heater is out, and my room, though bright with the beautiful winter sunlight of Los Angeles, keeps the cold from the night. A weak explanation as to why I'm sitting with furry boots on and a space heater aimed at my feet in sunny So Cal. Mostly, I cannot stand to be cold, and even 64 degrees feels bone-chilling.
Which is why I am consistently shocked when I look back over the pictures of where I was at this time last year. Here are pictures of the first snowfall in Mitrovica -- when I joined the kids in a snowball fight. They quickly realized they had a helpless adult with no aim, and ganged up on me, eventually chasing me into the nearest cafe.
If you watched the last episode of "Studio 60," you'll remember they used coconut shavings to make fake snow. Beautiful, but from where I stood taking these shots, there were no coconuts to be seen.
Car-free in L.A., I write about what I see and those I meet.
Fears: Clowns, unreasonably small dogs, unexpected mariachi music.
Motto: Regardless of Snavely family tradition, I will not be buried with my pets.
Email me: rebecca [dot] snavely [at] gmail.com