Greetings, and welcome to a proper Street Prophets Friday open thread with your host Marko the Werelynx. Last week I left you to demurely entertain yourselves while I bounded off, away from the sticky threads of the interwebs, to frolic in snow. Genuine snow! You've heard about that stuff have you? I believe we had a dusting of the fluff on the cars out on the street this morning, but by the time I went out the shy flakes had all melted away.
We didn't really have a winter this year in Prague, barely any snow, the ponds didn't even get skated on.
And well, I rather like snow. I enjoy hiking in snow, snowshoeing in snow, skating on ice with a dusting of snow, and both Nordic and Alpine skiing-- neither of which are compatible with grass and rocks. Gotta have snow.
Yes, I know some of you are about ready to strangle me at this point. It's just your lynx-deficient blood talking. Snow is great, really!
Whatever your feelings on the matter, I needed some snow last week. My little family of four and a few friends drove about 6 hours to the south, of all directions, deep into a particularly beautiful part of the Austrian Alps, where we stayed at this lovely cabin:
--which happened to be at the end of a steep, tortuously serpentine, unpaved road. Um, covered in ice. We arrived, with help, safe and sound. We broke out a celebratory bottle of wine then unpacked the rest of our luggage, settled in, and crawled into bed. The next few days would be pretty active...
Draw the curtains, dim the lights and snuggle in close to the warmth and the slightly off smell of hot plastic emanating from the slide projector.
For commentary in English, please place your cursor over the photos-- yes, there be hovers!