Snow gets a lot of hate. I get it. Messy driving, cold feet, wet socks, exhausting shoveling. Hell, I used to live in Maine. I know… it can be kind of a nightmare. But I love when we get the wetter snow… the kind that sticks to everything. It is beautiful.
I’m not much of a photographer, but when it looks like this, I take pictures anyway. So, of course, all pictures are my own.
My yard has a bit of overgrowth. Partly because I did not inherit my mom’s super-gardener genes but also because I love the way the overgrown vines look on the back fence. It reminds me of Highgate Cemetery, one of the most beautiful places in the world.
This is where the lilacs grow… eventually.
I love how some of the branches look like they’re made of only snow.
The giant spider.
The light changed while I moved around… the sun was trying to break through.
It looks kind of blueish…
You’d never know I live 10 minutes from the city…
I wish I had a secret cabin among these trees. No one gets to know about it. Just me.
Who needs street signs? I’ll go anywhere… and enjoy the ride while finding my way home.
Yeah… secret cabin. I need that.
Who says 30°(F) is too cold for a walk? It’s kind of perfect.
And yes, I did want to knock on doors and ask the neighbors to move their cars from my shot. But I’m not that obnoxious. Usually…