If you saw how happy I get when the temperatures drop and the prospect of snow is on the horizon, you wouldn’t think I was born in the middle of the Caribbean. Four inches of the fluffy white stuff is forecasted for Sunday and Monday, and it’s Christmas all over again at my house. The kids are over-excited; ok, the parents are over-excited too, discussing the necessary equipment to turn my steep front-yard into a wintery slide.
At some point this afternoon I opened the doors to my front porch and found this view. For a while I thought maybe the forecast was wrong and snow would arrive earlier. I was in awe of the beauty of this angry sky and just had to shoot it. I then smiled as I remembered that sometimes there is beauty in the anticipation of a great event. There is so much beauty around us every single day.