A Visit to Iowa in the Winter

Weirdly, this unremarkable image of everyday life rouses memories/thoughts of some of my most favorite things.

• Snow on rooftops and parking lots circumferenced by window-high banks of pressed-power.  So many memories of the cold, the snow, the production that it is just to leave shelter during the winter, and the coziness of any car when the weather forbids.  A simpler time with simpler struggles.
• Leafless trees reveal true shapes when shade is unneeded and unwanted, and sturdy trunks are protection from the inevitable fast-ball projectiles given as an offering of genuine friendships. 
• Street sign convergence:  Jersey Ridge road was a fascination to me in my youth as I imagined long-dead ghost-cows walking along the street just yards from my front yard;  Belle is the name of my youngest daughter -- often told that she is my very favorite youngest-daughter ever!
• Culver's Butterburgers & Frozen Custard -- the kitchen away from home when I visit my parents' in Iowa.