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Fear is the parent of cruelty.


I know that people will be clambering over the lack of Henry and Ezra in these 'snow bunny' shots; well, here they are!


Note to self: explain to children prior to entering the snow field the pointlessness for picking up and carrying about EACH and EVERY sizable body of snow that they find.

Comments

Roddy said…
Henry looks like he is frozen solid. The poor kid appears to have a frozen nose.
I will give you one thing, you certainly make the most of the snow while it is around. I hope the kids appreciate it.
Magpie said…
A different look at your world. I'm so clueless as to what your weather patterns and seasons are like. The boys look like they're having a good time.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he did have a cold snozz, it went well though.

Magpie, Hobart has a mild temperate oceanic climate. Hobart itself rarely has snow, but you may have noted that the skyline is dominated by Mount Wellington, which is 1,271 metres high. The Mountain often has a snowcap in winter, and unseasonal mountain snow covering is not uncommon.

By and large, the snow we see on Mount Wellington is due to cold air masses arriving from Antarctica coupled with them resting at higher altitude. Hence, it can get pretty chilly up there. On Sunday though, there was no wind and it was actually quite pleasant.
Roddy said…
Are you aware that when we, white people arrived, supposedly Wellington had snow all year.
Just a little useless information I garnered somewhere.
Kris McCracken said…
Yes, but that was during what was known as the Little Ice Age.

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