Sunrise after the first snow storm of the season. Looks really cold, but it was not bad. I always like the look of frozen snow on evergreen trees, reminds me of many days spent in the swamp at the Farm. Of course, this pic is 2 1/2 hours south of the Farm, about three dozen years from boyhood. In other words, a long way from memory.
The storm was a Michigan nor'easter as you can tell by the snow and ice on ye olde maple. When the wind blows down from Ontario across Lake Huron right across the bay, it funnels into our valley and up the river. Makes for nice pics, plays havoc on the roads.
As a kid it means building snowmen and snow forts, ice skating on any frozen surface you can find and just having fun. As an adult, at least for this one, it seems to be just another obstacle in the mad rush of days. I have the sneaking suspicion I will become a snow bird, enjoy the first snow fall then make a bee line down the Great Road to the Land of Oranges, Gulf Courses, and beaches.
I did take a moment to enjoy that morning, there might be hope for me yet. Ask me in the depths of winter and you'll hear another story. Today, today I will enjoy the snow from behind the glass.