A blizzard swept out of the mountains on the weekend. The ground had been almost bare but winter felt everyone’s enthusiasm for spring was premature. The snow fell through the night and in the morning there was almost a foot blanketing the grass, the trees and almost anything else that doesn’t move. In the middle of the storm, I went outside to watch the snow and enjoy the sound of the huge flakes touching down and watching them tumble through the darkness.
Stark contrast and movement is wonderful!
May 22, 2014 at 8:30 pm
Ha! I like how you referred to winter’s thought. We got a skiff here and maybe more tomorrow.May not have to wash the dust off my car now, the snow will take care of that. Interesting effect of the snow against the black of night, I assume taken with flash..
April 16, 2014 at 12:01 am