When snow was pretty

Here are pics from Sunday morning after the first blizzard, back when I could say the word snow without including expletives.


So here's some fucking snow. Goddamn snow. Pretty in the trees, but on the street there are towering gray piles that will be taking up residence here until Memorial Day. Out on the street the last couple of days, it felt like being at the bottom of a lunar trench looking up, trying to catch a glimpse of the sky. OK, not quite, but you know, it kind of sucked. It's hard to maintain that childhood sense of glee for mountains of snow after you've been shoveling for days and driving on slick roads with obstructed vision at many intersections. Yes, I'm whining. Deal. :-P
( So here's your f5%bu@#hS snow. Hope you like it. )