A Late Great Snow

I would like to write, The Last Great Snow, but it probably wasn't We'll likely get a few more dumpings. The difference is that they fade quickly at this time of year. Even this one, as significant as it was, was largely gone by the next day. I don't mean that the piles disappeared but that the snow was gone from the trees and streets, and life pretty well returned to the same basic, drab, winter look. But I did get some shots while the getting was still pretty good.

Our street on the morning after.

I went for a short drive to the park to see what I could see. On the way there, I stopped at a stop sign, saw this vine-covered wall, and decided to take a picture. I just rolled down the passenger window and clicked.

There are still Christmas decorations in the window.

I continued on to the park, but just stopped by the roadside and made a few clicks.

A loan walker talking on her cell phone.

The boathouse across the river thru the trees.

A lonely bench with no one to use it.

There is an old, log house at the end of the park opposite the community dock. I have trouble taking a decent photo of this place, but converting it to b&w seemed to work. I like it well enough and am willing to ignore the overheard wires.

I wonder if this will be my last winter series? Then follows the bleak time between the snow and the regrowth of vegetation.