Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: January 14th, 2010 
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The first time I spotted her, she was very curvaceous, but noticeably lacking something. I idly wondered if my neighbour was sculpting Ann Boleyn, but then I spotted him making the snowball that was destined to become her head.
Her consort appeared the next day. Not sure who added the cigarette, but I think he looks rather good, huddled against the cold. Of course, I’m assuming that he is a real snowman and not just some hapless smoker who stood around for too long…
Very cool.
One thing about snow: it does bring out the artistic tendencies.
Outside my home was a five-foot-high model of a penis. There’s no way it was my dirty mind seeing something crude in a dodgy snowman; this was far too realistic for any mistakes.
Unfortunately, by the time the light had returned the next day and I ventured out with my camera the head had fallen off the penis.
And it’s not often I get to write that …