The day after the slaughter at Von Maur's out at Westroads, it snowed all morning, a wonderfully fluffy snow skiers like as powder, and naturally I got out my camera. I decided to make contrasting photos, because I'd taken some about two weeks before of the views from my aerie/eyrie, as I think of my plain longtime home of 28 years, on the top floor on one of Omaha's highest hills with a great view northward.
It's obvious our apartment complex sits on a steep hillside, for I look over the top of our matching counterpart on the north toward Crossroads, the shopping mall at 72nd and Dodge, once considered the city's midpoint, a mile away. The white mass stabbed by the power pole near the eastern (right-hand) end of the building is Crossroads.
The same scene, the morning after the snow, looked like this. The overcast caused the strange blue tint. And it's snowing heavily enough to completely block out the view beyond Pacific Street at the bottom of the hill. I was especially happy because the forecast wasn't for as much as we had. Whenever snow is forecast, I wish for at least six or seven inches. That's been true from my childhood.
Here's my view to the northeast, toward the University of Omaha at the left-center horizon. The buildings across the street were originally the headquarters of the D.O.E.s, the women's branch of the Elks, now an insurance agency. Even though they're bare, the number of trees Omaha has is evident. And the snow transformed the scene handsomely.
Without removing the screen or opening the window, my view out the kitchen window was this, showing how my backdoor neighbors, above our line of garages, are on a level with me by being on the hilltop.
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