It is now December 1990, and Christmas is just a few days away as David sits on his tractor outside our front door; and meanwhile at Hahn AB we still don’t know if we are going to participate in Operation Desert Shield in the Gulf.
David and I prepare to have a snowball fight in our front yard during a very snowy December in Monzelfeld – here I rest a snowball on top of David’s head for fun – and in later years we would both make “rabbit ears” behind each other’s head for fun when pictures were taken.
It’s time to get serious as David and I prepare to build what we hope to be an excellent snowman out of the heavy, fresh fallen “sticky” snow – the kind that makes for excellent snowballs – and snowmen.
A neighbor’s cat checks out David’s progress while building the base of the snowman, which we elevated by placing it in a raised stone planter – because we didn’t have enough snow to make a giant snowman otherwise.
David stands beside the finished snowman – or is it a “snowwoman” in a case of pure artistic license and intrepretation – either way it’s the best “snowperson” that we’ve ever created; standing in front of our kitchen window with the classic Advent light pyramid that adds cheer and warmth to a cold December night.
With the extra snow that David packed around the base of our masterpiece for added support, I suppose this could better be called a “snowwoman” instead – with what I remember to be a slice of carrot for the mouth, carrot ends for eyes and a broom for something to hold onto.
David and I stand beside our masterpiece, having finished late into the evening as big snowflakes gently float by – with the fresh snowfall adding a smoothing touch to the “snowwoman” standing beside us.
Our “snowperson” stands watch in the front yard – always maintaining a smiling and happy disposition while watching the snow float down in large flakes – on a perfectly still and calm winter evening with David standing at the gate into the front yard.
The camera’s flash leaves the reflection of a Christmas star shining in the window like the one the Wise Men followed to Bethlehem; with the lights from our Advent light pyramid, the poinsettia and the holiday stencils in the window that my wife made – all creating a nice festive mood for anyone passing by the house.
You can see one of two handmade crochet lace panels that my wife created for our dining room windows in Sacramento; they both have been rehung here on our dining room’s sliding glass doors in Monzelfeld – and the Christmas tree and two flood lights above it are visible in the dining room as well.
Another more distant view of the Christmas tree behind the sliding glass doors of the dining room, with snow drifts begining to build up on the bushes below the tree nearby.
If this photo is expanded you can see the lights of the Christmas tree in the distant dining room windows, as I experimented with a few nightime photographs on a perfectly still winter’s night.
The flash seems to create snowballs in the air out of giant snowflakes, creating an unusual nighttime view of the front of our house – our master bedroom windows are upstairs above the kitchen.
In another view, the flash seems to have created hanging globes of light in the air out of the snowflakes, an unusual visual perspective of snowflakes – as if they were Christmas lights hanging from the branches of the tree.
The next day in this view across the street from us, the snow has begun to melt away – but the winter would turn out to be cold and snowy – and my wife would have to shovel about 200′ of sidewalk by herself while I was deployed to the Gulf.
The snow slowly melts off of the top of our car as it stands in the driveway, while the pavers below it display an interesting pattern of snow melt – like the light and dark squares of a chessboard.
The back corner of our property as viewed from the empty lot beside it, showing a winter wonderland of snow covered trees that creates a wilderness feeling inside the village of Monzelfeld iteslf.
My wife’s handmade kitchen lampshades provide light while I clean up after a holiday meal for relatives that were over visiting; while the healed knuckle of my left index finger remains swollen months after my injury – and would take a long time to even approach normal size again…but at least the finger works!
David listens to recordings of my original songs for the very first time while seated on the kitchen countertop; at this point I decided to make simple recordings of my songs for copyright application purposes.
I had a small four track recorder and did my best to record my songs so they could be submitted for copyright; nothing that would meet the standards for anyone else to listen to, but David is captivated by the fact that it is my voice on the tape.
The novelty of hearing my songs in his earphones was interesting to David that night, and all children need to be exposed to as many new and positive experiences as they can be in order to expand their world of knowledge and information.