Tag: Winter

Life In Photos #10

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Daily photographic musings

Snow day dinner #1. Monday, January 26, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow day dinner #2. Monday, January 26, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
View from the 5th floor on a snow day. Sunday, February 01, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow and Solo. Monday, February 02, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow Mound#1. Tuesday, February 03, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Snow Mound #2. Wednesday, February 04, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A late-night, early morning dusting #1. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A late-night, early morning dusting #2. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I have new co-workers #1. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I have new co-workers #2. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
I have new co-workers #3. Thursday, February 05, 2026. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

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Gianna, the Winter Storm Who’s Leaving Her Mark

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“Oh Lord… Purify me.”

Gianna, Winter Storm #1.
Gianna, Winter Storm #2.
Gianna, Winter Storm #3.
Gianna, Winter Storm #4.
Gianna, Winter Storm #5.
Gianna, Winter Storm #6.
Gianna, Winter Storm #7.
Gianna, Winter Storm #8.
Gianna, Winter Storm #9.
Gianna, Winter Storm #10.

I hadn’t played in the snow in about four or maybe five years. When Jernee was alive, she loved the snow. She would stick her tongue out and call flakes to her mouth. It made her happy to be in it.

Yesterday, I mourned her some more, but it was the cleansing and renewal that I needed.

We ended up getting 11 inches of snow here in Winston-Salem, North Carolina with Gianna. Our last snowfall that accumulated over 10 inches was December 09, 2018, Diego. He dumped 14 inches of snow in my area alone.

*All photos were taken by Tremaine L. Loadholt, on Saturday, January 31, 2026.

Scattered Words: Poems for Jernee Timid Loadholt is available now! Have you gotten your copy? Hardcover|eBook

Old Man Winter Is On ONE!

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I wanted snow, I did not WANT ICE, too.

I am sharing a few photos from my walks with Jernee from Friday afternoon and Saturday morning. Don’t worry, I was NOT outside with her long. We were out long enough for her to do what she needed to do each time and we came back inside immediately after our adventures into the wild, wild, winterland.

A Saturday morning glimpse of snow and ice “around my way” #1. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A Saturday morning glimpse of snow and ice “around my way” #2. I love the bareness of the trees and the road as it shifts up. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
A Saturday morning glimpse of snow and ice “around my way” #3. Walking around this part of my neighborhood is where it became tricky for my baby girl, Jernee. I had to pick her up and walk to the overpass where there is a hill and some covered area (patchy dirt and grass) that was protected from all this mess. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
The view from my 4th (technically, 5th floor) balcony on Friday afternoon. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Friday afternoon as Old Man Winter began his swoop into our neighborhood. See my little blue, compact Chevy Spark? Its name is Solo. I love that little car so much! Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Old Man Winter decided to shake his soul loose this past Friday and Saturday morning. And when he did, he only graced us with about two inches of snow and the rest was sleet, which led to ice and hazardous road conditions.

I stayed my hind-end at home the entire weekend because I have seen HOW these folks drive and witnessed my share of accidents. Black ice doesn’t care who you are, how you drive, or where you’re from.

It’s slicker than oil, and I want no parts of it!

I hope Sunday will be more than kind to all of you. And if you are in the areas affected by this winter storm, stay warm, dry, and safe.

Peace and blessings.

NaPoWriMo #3

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Winter’s Indecisiveness

Winter’s chill settles in
the clouds–hovers over my
city, unable to move forward.

I wake up to the cool air
trapped in my bedroom,
slide my body from the bed,
and close the windows.

42°, the Weather App reads.
I sigh and shuffle my
frozen, slippered-feet to the
kitchen for a cup of water.

The first few days of April
are always tricky here in
NC. We never know what
we’re going to get, and that
in itself, is a mystery to
digest.

If I had to Zodiac the weather,
I’d call it “Libra.”
Its intentions versus its
indecisiveness shines in
front of a shaky camera.

And we all benefit from it,
rather than shrivel up
within our skin like we
sometimes feel like
doing.

Winter, say “Hi” to spring
for me when you finally
set her free from the
hold you have on her.