Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

It's all white, mama!

the first real snow
always comes as a surprise
bringing childish joy

Well, it's all fun and games until you have to drive uphill on a road that's not been plowed of course. Which is exactly what happened to me after meeting Jean-Pierre: I drove my usual way until I had to stop and go backwards 200 metres because the wheels just wouldn't catch.

And it snowed again in the evening and night. I had fun this morning (wednesday) photographing trees and footprints and dogs frolicking in the white stuff in the townhouse park.

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