Here are the photos so far:
Here is the first view of the morning-the pristine, unmarked snow moment that I love.
This was a wet, heavy snow, so many trees became wonderful, weird works of abstract sculpture.
It was deep enough for a fully-grown 17-year old to sit down completely, once he got the hole dug.
How many times in life do you have to climb onto your front yard?
Is it Antarctica from the air? Nope, just the tendency of this snow to take on funky shapes.
This is at eye level, looking upwards at the pile of snow made from shoveling our driveway and cars. It's about 6 feet tall.