Snow

I was heading over to my mom's to help her make the meatballs for the annual Christmas spaghetti (she's Italian), when I realized that as long as I had my camera in my bag, I might as well take a few pictures of the snow.

I don't have much to say about it. I just know that for those who don't get this kind of snow it's a bit of a marvel, so I thought I'd share. It's hard to put it in perspective though. Half the world (my friend in Vietnam heard of it), know of the snow collapsing the Metro Dome and as many of the spectacle of the Vikings football players sliding on the ice of Gopher Stadium. All the world knows that Minnesota has had snow.

It's funny to be the focus of attention in this way. Like the photos of the snow, it's the kind of thing where you need to have your visuals stand in contrast. Here's the big fish. Here's the guy's hand holding the big fish. You can't tell a big fish is a big fish unless you take one of those photos like in the movies, where they show the guy who was kidnapped with the current day's date on the newspaper. Okay, that wasn't a photo of him taken last June.

So many things are like that -- comparison providing the defining features.

As Christmas draws near, I imagine what the world would be like without comparison. Would it be less known? More clear? Less harsh. More gentle?