A relatively warm morning, and the new snow is light and crystally like mica flakes. A woman came out and asked if I'd fallen... It took me a moment to realize that if you point your camera at someone else's sidewalk, it is assumed you have litigious intentions. This bummed me out more than it should have, perhaps. That old "SEE, this is why I never leave the house, everyone else is crazy, I am so misunderstood!" feeling.
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Such a brave little white flower.
I love the way snow transforms the landscape...quite otherworldly, quiet and beautiful.great photos.
I also love living in a community that is totally at home with artists and the "strange" things they do; wear their painting pants out to lunch at the "nice" cafe, sing in the parking garage, fashion their outfits as colourful one-of-a-kind sculptures and point their cameras up and down.
I bet this morning you're even more cushioned by snow.
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