I woke up to snow falling gently outside, frosting the world with fluffy white. It was the light, fluffy sort of snow, easily swept or brushed off, so I went out to capture it with my camera before it decided to melt or get all slushy.
( along the river )
I am a river person; the first body of water I learned the name of was a river, and my mother likes to tell the story about how every body of water I saw, from pond to lake to stream, was a river. Well, I was two, what do you expect? *g*
I'm very happy to have a river practically in my backyard. Which looks like this, BTW:
