The forecast said it was clear when we went to bed, but we woke up to snowflakes the size of quarters drifting down. Looking out onto the snow capped roofs and seeing the ground covered in white, I grabbed my camera and went out for a walk. This is my favorite, being out while the snow is falling, surrounded by the still air as the flakes slowly float to the ground, the neighborhood silent and quietly dampened by the soft layer of snow. This storm seemed special, being one of the few times we have seen our home covered in snow since it has been ours, I wonder how many snowfalls it has seen since being built in 1910.→ Peter Schweitzer