Is it just us, or does anybody else see everyday things a little differently when it snows? When its all sleeping under a blanket like this – camp is a little quieter. Cleaner. The grace of being able to (just for a season) hide whats waiting for us in the spring thaw.Hundred year old buildings to paint. Splitting shingles to replace. Rust to sand. Broken docks to mend. Burst pipes to repair. The melt always uncovers more than we anticipate, and we find ourselves holding our breaths every spring to see what will be revealed this time.The thing that nobody warns you about when you try to save a historic compound of ramshackle cabins is that its like painting the Golden Gate Bridge once you get the the end you have to start all over again. And it never ends.But for now she sleeps.And we are grateful to get a nap in with her. I wish we had snow colored glasses everyday of the year. They are that gift of the in between – when it looks clean and neat, concealing whats coming alongside the daffodils.But for now, were thankful for the fresh perspective….*first pic from seasons past- our little boat shed has lent her waterskis to her Doppelganger across the pond at the @accidentallywesanderson exhibit in London. She has the hardest job now- packed to the gills with canoeing and fishing gear to protect it from another harsh Midwestern winter. We dont know how many more years shell be standing – but were bent on trying to keep her vertical as long as we are.

January 19, 2024 • Published by Tereasa Surratt • Instagram