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snow

We got a huuuge snow over the weekend and then a little more on Monday. It is, as always beautiful to behold.

a path of pure white snow cuts through a prairie of dried grasses, milkweed, and goldenrod. Skeletal trees in the background are blurred by a slight fog as if the grey sky was sliding closer A closeup of a goldenrod seedhead; the fuzzy burst seedpods blend with the soft snow piled high on each cluster A landscape cut by a line of fenceposts and skeletal bushes. On the nearside is a swath of prairie grasses poking from the snow, on the farside is a blanket of undisturbed snow A field of prairie grasses, goldenrod, and milkweed. All are drab brown and burst from snowy ground; the contrast between white and tawny is pleasing A top-down perspective of a person's boot sunk deep into snow, leaving a sharp outline a few inches above the top of the boot; the snow is otherwise completely undisturbed. The person's green jacket is visible on the lowest edge of the photo

I was able to sneak out and get a little solo walk in before Goose took over and rightfully insisted on being snowdressed and playing and shouting and throwing and sledding. If I could bottle the sound of snow absorbing sound I would; it is not at all like any sound-absorbtion-paneled room I've ever been in[1]; the expansiveness of the open air and the directionality of the sound being eaten is unparalleled. It changes the shape of everything around me just as much--and in a very similar way--as the snow leveling and smoothing out the landscape

  1. and I've been in a decent number hash tag musician ↩︎