Fat Flakes

We’re having a bit of a snowstorm. It started as minuscule rod-shaped flakes, as though the gods were in a lousy mood and had dissected all the six-pointed beauties.

That began before breakfast. Now, in early afternoon, the snow has changed to teeny-tiny balls. I grabbed the camera to show you the spherical ones lying on the more nondescript snow.

The first photo has been brightened, and the second one darkened. I find that if I tip my laptop’s screen, certain angles bring out the roundness of the fat flakes.

The Inuit would have a better word for it, but I’ve always called this round style “laundry detergent snow” .

You can easily see the big ball-shaped flakes on the top of the finer snow.

A close-up. Not the greatest photo, but you get the idea.

6 Responses to Fat Flakes

  1. Alyson says:

    Are you sure that’s snow? They look like aerial photographs of a treed landscape in a blizzard. I wouldn’t know of course. It’s hot and windy here, with no clouds and a blue SUmmer sky that zings your eyes if you stare at it too long.

  2. Alyson says:

    BTW, I wish you joy and blessings for 2009: DING!

  3. lavenderbay says:

    It’s snow all right, Alyson! And there’s plenty more where that came from. Lo-ots of bad weather throughout the Christmas holidays so far. But sitting in my living room watching laundry-detergent flakes falling on the balcony, that I can handle.

    And a very happy New Year to you too, Alsyon!

  4. How funny, that’s exactly how I used to think of pellet snow, too. That, and “bean bag stuffing snow”.

  5. Gina says:

    Nice. I wish we would get our usual, annual 1 inch of snow.

  6. lavenderbay says:

    Ohh, yeah, the kind of styrofoam stuffing that couldn’t be cleaned up once the beanbag was torn because it stuck to everything with static electricity, that stuffing, right, Jim? The image works for me. “Pellet snow”, though, that sounds much more grown up; I’ll try to remember it.

    “Snow Falls in Memphis”. Someone should write a song about it, Gina. Medium-slow tempo, theme of a long-ago love, a little sad but not tragic. Or would it be a rollicking run-or-you’ll-miss-it piece about children at play?

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