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Short story illustration by Nate Utesch

Yeti’s rhapsody, 2007, by Yeji Yun

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Philipp Igumnov a.k.a. Woodcum

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Photograph by Olaf Otto Becker

If tomorrow I were to walk away to some other place, go live in a where that is not this where, the place I would go would have lots of snow and the house I would live in would be made of cold, a house of snow — or of-snow-adjacent.

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Photograph by Peter Essick
Via National Geographic

Winter loves you … you just have to love it back.  

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Calvin and Hobbes snowman cookies
Via Ginormous Duck

From the Winter Berlin series by Matthias Heiderich on Behance


Untitled, Niagara Falls by James Cook, February 2003

Roseander Main by James Cook

 One day in December, Morgan Arboretum, Ste-Anne-de-Bellevue, Quebec by Neale McDevitt, 2010


Fox Attack from the Arcticness series by Corey Arnold

Set of three tiny, vintage-inspired bottlebrush sisal trees for decoration, package tie-ons, and Christmas villages by Kate’s Cottage on Etsy

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Isn’t that a delicious concatenation of words: Roseander. Main.? Isn’t it? I think it is. And I love the mystery of that.

I love words, so very much. The mystery of their power. The weird synæsthetic experience I have of some of them because: I feel certain words in my body: the good words feel like love; the bad ones feel like food poisoning. Sometimes I can’t sleep for trying to pull a certain word apart, anagram it, reimagine it, shape it, hold it, fold it, etymologise it, understand it, seduce it, own it. If I were a biologist, I would find my sharpest scalpel and tenderly eviscerate the words I cannot get over, the words I cannot possess, so that I could find what is at the heart of them.

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Roseander Main by James Cook