This is a snow sandwich. Words on white, hold the color. Two ways to travel the snowy road. Behind the plow or not. Like most people I usually pass the plow to go a bit faster (40 instead of 30). Can't tell you how many times I've said "studded snow tires" like some kind of driving mantra that calms the nerves. We really don't have many days like this, and I can work at home on those days. The snow is like a big white out pen muting sound as well as color. The scanner didn't want to believe these were color photos.

After the snowstorm it's always Saturday Morning and the sun fizzes and zings in the magic crystal forest and Cadi and I walk in the icing of the delicious frosted manic Vivaldi world, our eyes thinking Oh Yum.