Well, not exactly, but it’s all relative. At 36° the air feels balmy and the snow is softening enough to make snow sculptures. The skiers and snowboarders want the light, fluffy stuff, but we snow sculptors prefer the wet, sticky variety. It hasn’t been a good year for sculpture snow. But today with this relative heat wave, my daughters and I got to it.
I have to say, while making this sculpture I had one of those parenting moments where I stood back and wondered at my creations. As I built an enormous, naked woman, neither of my daughters batted an eyelash. I suppose they think that all mothers make naked, female snow sculptures. The only question I got was, “why do people call them snowmen?” After a lengthy discussion on the deconstruction of ice related patriarchial language, we headed inside for hot cocoa, popcorn, and a kitchen dance party to Putumayo’s Reggae Playground.
For size reference, I talked my five year old through taking this photo.
And the beautiful sky...