Big Snow, High And Low.

Got a whopper over the past two days, with snow totals ranging widely, but generally being impressive.

Down in the valleys we got walloped; here the Cold River barely makes it up for air beneath a weighty blanket:

…while up higher, this wind-swept meadow in Windsor sleeps tight beneath changing skies:

If you’ve been here since the beginning, you’ve doubtless seen variants ad nauseam of this scene, as it’s one of my favorites and draws me back through the seasons.  Pardon my repetitions, but it’s just what I do in my quest to get it right.

At any rate, it was a pretty substantial snowfall, and I’m diggin’ it.