PHOTOGRAPHER’S JOURNAL: This morning at about ten along River Road at the entrance to Steep Rock Preserve. The wind has just loosened snow from branches above the road; a crystal scrim flickers and falls, back where River Road winds. It only happens once, but, for whatever it’s worth, the picture is made.
It is a perfect snow: deep enough to cover yet not so deep as to limit access, sticky and well-behaved clinging to tree trunks and along branches even into the afternoon. By noon it is warm enough to feel my fingers again.
