Word: snow
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Gregory Wierzynski and Photographer Henri Bureau were already in Gdansk, covering what turned out to be the last meeting of the Solidarity union's national commission. Photographer David Burnett, on assignment for TIME, was in Warsaw. In the capital, at least at first, near normality reigned-sunshine, snow and only a few soldiers. "Getting the right picture to show the mood was extremely difficult," reported Burnett. "There wasn't an overwhelming military presence you could photograph. There was only a growing sense of doom...
...shock and mourning. The queues at food shops, a familiar sight in contemporary Poland, had resumed. But the shoppers, their cheeks red from the deep cold (5° F in many places), were sullen. In the countryside, the only visible evidence of the nation's changed circumstances was the snow-muffled rumble of tanks and military trucks along the roads. But inside their houses, people were praying?and cursing. "I have lived through two wars," said a farmer north of Warsaw, "and now I am on my third. Just let them come get my family or my land!" One elderly woman...
...usually forms. Meanwhile, pregnant females, urged on by another instinct, head for a bleak region 50 miles south of Churchill, the largest known polar bear denning area in the world. As many as 100 females hole up there for the winter in dens scooped out of the gravel and snow to have their cubs, usually two at a time. The new families will not emerge from their hideaways until spring...
...most popular legend bestows the honor on the Protestant reformer Martin Luther. One Christmas Eve, travelling alone through a snow-covered forest, Luther supposedly noticed brilliant stars twinkling among the evergreen trees. The scene made such a deep impression on him, that to recapture it for his family, he cut a small fir tree, dragged it into the nursery and placed lighted candles on the branches...
...recently journeyed to the North Pole to conduct an exclusive interview with the one and only real Santa Claus. Upon arriving in the arctic wasteland, I quickly spotted a candy-striped house with a wisp of smoke rising from the chimney. Trudging toward it through the ice and snow, I heard a chorus of high-pitched angry voices. As I approached the source of this racket, I discerned a circle of tiny persons, marching determinedly while chanting, "Elfin power, elfin power!" I crossed the picket line and was assailed with snowballs...