After a winter of almost no snow and warmish temperatures, we’ve finally received a proper snowfall. And by proper, I mean Deluge. Blizzard. Event. And it’s still snowing. Nevertheless, I took the dog for a walk, because it’s not too cold, and we both love heaps of snow. The powerline was understandably deserted, and we made it to the tip of Whitemud Creek before she started lifting her paws, which is dog for ‘enough of this shit…let’s go home.‘ So we did. The landscape is beautiful in a snowfall. Even a dirty road, even a street lamp looks like an Impressionist painting on a day like this. Soon I will be shovelling for a third time, but the labour of this much snow does not take away from its beauty.

2:15PM/-11C