This morning brought the first snow of the season:
Even though I dread the coming of winter each year, when the first snow actually arrives it is like walking out of a shopping mall into a quiet room–a visually quiet room, if you see what I mean, and one that usually brings with it auditory peace as well. After six months of painted glory, the world is suddenly reduced to a charcoal sketch of itself. It has some of that tender emotional effect that keeps black-and-white photography ever in style.
