As I always take a picture of my garden in Spring, I try to get the first snow as well. It has been snowing most of the day, a wet, heavy snow that began as rain in the morning. After I walked the dogs, I went back out with the camera....there was no way I could take pictures with wild man Willy with me. He was ecstatic, running so fast he was only a blurr, burying his whole head in the snow, then taking off in another direction. Patrick was excited, too, and played in a more civilized fashion. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stay on my feet with their pulling, but I got back unscathed.
The first picture is just up the street. First I took it with the flash, hoping for a nice scene with snowflakes in the foreground. It's snowing too hard for that, though, and the picture is nothing but white dots. The second picture is of my house as I approach it from the north end. Both are visible by the grace of fill light editing, so look grainy, but I still like them. It is very dark out now at five o'clock, but we have turned the corner toward Spring. From now on every day will be longer than the one before.