Every morning (with the exception of yesterday), I walk Liz to the bus stop. Like the mailman, we trudge through wind, rain, sleet and snow. Our Upstate locale breeds 'em hardy; schools are closed only for the Apocalypse.
On the way, we noticed that the snow was piling up in big, cotton-candy puffs. The individual flakes twinkled in the watery light.
I wanted the snow flakes. Oh, I wanted them so badly.
But this was all I got. I guess should say that this was the best that I got - I have a lot of other blown out, fuzzy images to share. I'll spare you the pain.
So I was disappointed that I could not replicate what I saw. But that's the whole point of this endeavor. First, I have to notice what's there. Second, I have to learn to capture it.
I'm determined. Get ready for more snow.