There is a moment in time, a pause upon a hill where there is a whiteness of winter. It’s not just an absence of colour but more a blending of textures. White upon white, cold to cold, slipping into the many shades of gray and finally a fade to black.
A fresh snowfall on a windswept prairie with the trees silhouetted against a dusky sun shrouded in a cold blanket of clouds. more…

Okay let’s try this.
It is hard for any of us to turn on the news right now. Most of it is so depressing. We hear of bailouts in the trillions of dollars. Possible job losses in the millions all over the world. And along with everything else…for North Americans, we are coming up on a season celebrated as a new beginning and a new hope.