After a gentle, wet snow last night, the landscape is transformed.
The light before sunrise paints everything a lovely gray-blue, and in the stillness you can hear snow falling from branches as the temperature slowly rises. Minute by minute the scene changes, so I hurry to photograph this brief beauty.
Our clothesline has quadrupled in size with its snow sheathe.
Even as I hurry to capture these images, still in the shade of the hill to the east, the tree-line across the road receives the sun, and the yellow leaves still on the trees begin to show through under the snow.
A few hours later, with the temperature risen to the mid-30s, the trees stand mostly snow-free.
A Druid Way 