A Snowball Fight

"This will be a good place to play."

Michael and I took a walk.

I had in mind to take him to the LRT station and let him run himself out going up and down the ramp. We didn’t even come close to getting to the LRT station.

At the 23rd street end of our block he wanted to play in the snow.

"I just want to throw one more."

We practise putting the snow under the bushes, on the bushes, above the bushes, under the grass – anywhere that the snow would go.

 He expanded the game by throwing snow at a parked truck and under a parked truck.

The damage to the vehicle was nil, since Michael hasn’t learned to pack the snow into his glove, nor even to get it off of his mittens when the granules of snow begin to cling to the wool.

"How do you get this stuff off of your glove?"

He knows there is something going wrong there, but he doesn’t know what.

The only snowball he really managed to get off is the one he threw straight at the camera.

a trick throw -- aimed at a car and headed toward gwama

I am learning to use my body as a protection for anything electronic, since I do want to continue taking pictures.

Michael and Kalina Oldham had focused on a couple of penguins when they had played together earlier.

... sit right here by me gwama ... here by my glove ...

So Michael and I took one of the penguins for a walk, introducing it to the cold banks of snow that line the perimeter of the sidewalks. I was teaching the penguin how to look at the mountain ash berries that have now fallen from trees and are in the snow.

"Do you want to eat some ice?"

Michael was putting it in the snow banks and covering it with snow.

A good time was had by all.

Even the penguin.

 Arta