A nice snowy day. The only problem: as I walked the trail, snow kept pelting me from the trees, as if nature decided to play with snowballs.
A poem to start us off:
Dust of Snow
By Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued
Winter stonefly (photo lightened to show detail)
snowflake on a spider web?
A little crisscross
a little wild 