No White Christmas on Goose Creek


The pattern so far is for yet another icy winter, with the snow line creeping a little further north each year as the climate changes. So there will be no White Christmas on Goose Creek this year. Ah well.

Even so, I’ve been trying to get in a snow state of mind, what with it now being officially winter.

This shot came from a surprise March snow almost three years ago after the frozen creek had melted and the trees hung like embroidered lacery along Goose Creek.

If you look carefully, you’ll find this image (very tiny version) on page 28 of the Blue Ridge Country Magazine 2008 Travel Guide. Larger image at Flickr.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Merry Christmas, Dad. Maybe you should try this (worked for me): Don’t dust your monitor for weeks on end, and then look at that photo, side-lit by a sunny window. Presto: an on-call blizzard, a white whatever you want.
    Just a suggestion. See you tomorrow!

  2. Oh, this is simply a lovely photo!

    I have been sad for the past three years that here in southwest Virginia we have spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day looking out our windows to sunny, and warm weather. Don’t get me wrong, I like the sun. I like blue skies. I like 65 degree days; but, not at Christmastime—grrr.

  3. A white Christmas would have been nice, but I am holding out hope for Jan. 3/4 when we have to go back to school. Need just another day or two.