All winter, I take pictures of snow creations, documenting the construction and the gradual demise of these monuments to impermenence. If taking pictures of snowmen has taught me anything, it's that people regard you as highly suspicious for taking pictures of snowmen. Some will ask what you're doing, others tell you to get away from their snow property. It's strange how possessive people can be over flakes of solidified water...

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Why is that during my toughest times as a goose, I only see one set of web-footed prints?

Like the archaeologists that found that 6,000 year-old couple still in an embrace, the snow-covered river left the story of two geese, undoubtedly in love, going for a stroll together.

I imagine that one of these geese is the white domestic goose that has intergrated into the flock of Canadian geese that live here by the river. Truly, even for geese, love knows no color.

You can see that at one point, one of the geese gets sort of distracted and meanders away for a moment. Then, realizing how far he's wandered, he waddles back up, following directly behind her, his prints meshing with hers, until he catches up.

They then waddle away together around the bend, and "get it on".

How's that for a Valentime's post?