Lincoln recieved 13.5 inches of heavy, wet snow that stuck to every surface it touched. This was hard on some trees but for me and my sister, it was an invitation to wander. There is something exhilarating about being out and about on foot in weather that keeps cars parked. Snow covered the now surreal landscape. The weight of the snow transformed the ordinary into forms that even Dr. Seuss would admire.
Much of the morning was spent exploring the neighborhoods between my house and Wyuka Cemetery. Snow plows and 4×4 trucks with snow blades were our only competition for the side streets. The two passenger cars we met were the ones we helped push out of the deep snow.
I took another walk about in the evening after dark. It was a muffled and beautiful world. Like Joel Meyerowitz, I too love it when artificial and natural light mingle in unanticipated ways. Using only available light and long exposures, I delighted in the strange colors being bounced around and reflected by the snow. The cloud curtain became sheer and the moon started making guest appearances above the parking lot trees. I would have done a cartwheel in response if only my boots were not so heavy.
Morning sunshine beckoned and I was dazzled by the ice crystals and shapes of snow that still clung to the branches. I see many more walks in the days to come and life is good.









