Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Late Sunday night, the patter of rain on our tin roof changed to the sizzle and plop of snow, as we had hoped.
James threw one last log on the fire in the Franklin stove as we went to bed, burrowing under the layers of quilts and blankets, greeting the immediate warmth of flannel sheets.
A few hours later, the snow had accumulated an inch. It was a light storm at this relatively low elevation of 2600 feet, with higher accumulations further up the Sierras, just a few miles away.
There was another inch by the time we got out of bed at 8:30 Monday morning.
I stayed snuggled in the warm bed while James went out with the camera to capture the beauty of the snow on the trees near our barn compound.
After I got out of bed, I took a picture of the view from my computer chair, looking out the windows:
Then I brought out the video camera to capture our cat Rupert's first experience with snow here. He might have seen it in his previous incarnation in Vancouver, but we will never know for sure.
We'd like to think that this was Rupert's first time. For the sake of dramatic license.
I spent several hours on the video yesterday. After editing, I added original music and subtitles.
It's the first time I've ever tried setting music to video; something I've always wanted to do. In a parallel universe, I would have liked to become a movie soundtrack composer.
After several fits and starts, I managed to post Rupert's video on his blog. Please check it out, and Rupert welcomes your comments!
The Adventures of Rupert