This morning, we awoke to two inches of snow. Somewhat unexpected, since there was only call for a trace overnight. I would imagine this is the last real snow of the season.
The world was beautiful with this quiet layer of heavy, wet snow shrouding everything in the silence that is winter. I grabbed my camera, grabbed some images from the house, and threw my gear in the truck, shooting images as I drove down the backroads to work.
Along the way, the trees were glistening as the sun came up, and made for such a beautiful scene. I’m glad I was up to see it, for by lunch, it had all melted, and by the evening drive, there was no sign at all that a beautiful snowfall had graced us early this morning.