Patterns of Snow

February 9th we woke up to yet another PNW surprise - snow.

We loved the White Christmas,

we vaguely enjoyed the next few snows,

but in February we're feeling a little less tolerant.

After all, many of us are planting spring flowers - the favored primroses.

Still, we pause to embrace the moment.

We take our pictures, the kids play in the snow.

We take the traditional "flocked trees" pictures.

Then, look for a better shot.

The traditional picture,

the better shot....

This beauty appeared in the puddle at the bottom of my drainspout.

I missed the shot of the shot of the garbage truck spinning its wheels all the way up the slight hill in front of our house, but I got the cool shot of the tracks it left in the snow.

The sidewalk beneath the huge cedar tree hadn't been swept for awhile,

a long while, actually,

but my procrastination produced an incredible pattern.

A man walked by as I was down by the creek and I heard a

crunch, crunch, crunch, as he trampled the snow patterns underfoot.

When the morning sun broke through a few minutes later,

the crunch, crunch, crunch

turned into

drip,

drip,

drip.

To protect my camera, I went inside.

By mid-afternoon, all these patterns were almost all gone.

But that evening, the snow came back again in a flurried vengeance.

Now,

with the snow persistently hanging around the colder parts of the neighborhoods,

it crunches a little,

it drips a little,

it crunches,

it drips,

while we wait for it to

totally

disappear.