We're sitting at 12.5 inches, and this is only after some of the snow has been blown off the usually-sheltered upper deck of our house. It may be more, but that's the official total right now. It is still falling.
The trees look like druidic beings draped in white, ponderous and waiting in the storm for...something. What, I don't know. But they obviously know something and they aren't sharing it. Perhaps they might tell me if I bundled up and went out to ask, but for now I think we're both okay in our respective habitats.
I've taken so many pictures of the trees around my house in the snow that I find I'm getting tired of doing it. The weather is just beautiful but I can't find a way to properly document its wonder with what I have. Short of setting up a video camera and just taking 2 hours of footage, I think I'm going to have to let this one be unique and mostly undocumented. A shame, as I have some b&w film in the Diana and I was hoping to do a comparison between the Holga and it (since the Holga got the last big winter storm). Maybe there's something interesting and new that I can find yet. We shall have to wait and see.
What's wonderful is that there will be more snow on Tuesday. As if the year was holding its breath then letting everything loose in the last month of the year. It's wonderful. We need the slow snow melt for the spring water tables.
I really enjoy being at the mercy of a snowstorm. It reminds me of how far we've come that this isn't life-threatening and that we'll be warm through it. I get to see the beauty of nature and feel gratitude with each drift of white on the ground. Someone out there is not so lucky.
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