Even though I consider myself more of a tropical duck, it never hurts to get back to the more primitive world of nature.  Something about a combination of the circle of life thing (not associated with Lion King in any way) and ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

After the 3 hour drive to South Lake Tahoe, CA, I was ready for one of nature's snow cones.	Of course, some people don't feed me often, so the snow cone cup proved to be too small.	Those same people don't stop for potty breaks, so I must beg your forgiveness...
The notion that snow figures are all men isn't very creative, in my view... and, my snow duck even has a FrankPen®!)	I'm smarter than the average human, I guess.  Note:  in a snow ball fight, take off the day-glo orange hat.  Silly bald guy...