It’s nearing the end of January and this is New England. There was no reason in the world to not expect snow. In fact, the lack of it has been most unusual, though for many of us a welcome relief from some of the awful winters of the past few years. As soon as I saw the snow cover, I knew I had to go and take some pictures, especially as I have a new camera.
This is not one of the bigger snows I’ve seen. This in a minor storm and I doubt we will remember it a week from now.
It is a soft snow. Almost no wind. That makes a most artistic work of nature as fine, gentle flakes settle on each twig and branch. Winter is here, but it is not roaring. It has come as a whisper.