There is a point with a snow storm where images change from beauty to freakish excess. It's as if once lithe Mother Nature has put on more than a few pounds overnight. Her beauty is still there, but it is lost in the sheer weight of the snow.
Ed parked the truck down by the road to make getting out possible. It will take us some time for us to dig out. It's the middle of the day and the snow has stopped. Patches of blue sky intermix with the clouds, but the clouds are still moving from the East. The question is what will blow in next?
