The Joys of Deep Snow

It's nice to wake up to a bunch of snow.



When the wind blows, it forms wonderful shapes all over the neighborhood.



And if it is deep enough, you can try and loose the dog.



But he seems to know the technique is just an endless series of lunges.



A joy few humans can understand.



All this because I threw a snowball.



And even without the snowball, just getting around requires a lot of exuberance.



And more is coming down as I type.