A snowdrift resembling Moby Dick spanned
the length of our deck for months this winter, as if beached right outside our sliding glass door. Here are pictures I posted in January, in case you missed
them:
Our almost-legendary Moby Dick is finally decomposing (think: melting). Today only a shrunken corpse
remains, as you see below. Soon our winter mascot, this
massive icon of nautical prowess sculpted by Old Man Winter, will seep
through the ground and into the lake: a liquid memory flowing home, returning
to sea.
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