A blanket of snow covered the Pacific Northwest last week. I wandered into it, camera in hand, completely shocked, overwhelmed, awestruck by the beauty that had befallen us. As if I’d never seen snow before.
This snow fall was different somehow. Perhaps more severe, and more serene. The skies were ominous, the sunset blurry, the roads peaceful, the air quiet yet biting, the gnarly branches naked and desperate for reprieve. I thought for a moment I’d stepped into another realm, and maybe I had.