snow daze...

Last weekend, it snowed inches of light dry powder.  Today, we woke up to more snow, some four inches of heavy wet flakes.  The early morning radio newscast mentioned the coming weekend's impending snowstorm.

I'm sick of snow, but the dog had to go out.  So I rolled out of bed, and left the house with camera in one hand and the leashed puppy in the other.

 

The neighborhood was quiet, and the sun peered from behind a veil of fog. The contrasts and patterns were everywhere.  The snow almost seduced me with its devilish charm as I eyed more patterns ahead.

Heading back home, the landscape then lost much of its appeal as I thought about the day ahead, and the confinement of the office.

As we passed by the park on the return leg, I made the usual deposit, a blue bag of dog poop at a trash can in the park.

The distinct and familiar pulse invited a glance, and I spotted the military helicopter circling above, a fitting punctuation to the dissolution of the morning's atmospheric glare.

 

Life in the DC Metro area...an immersion in serial contrasts