I wanted to take some “artful” pictures of the new snow. Out of all the ones I took today, I like these three best:
Very nice Cran… gives me the shivers. 
I woke up at 11:00am (Praise the Lord for Saturdays!) and it was just beginning to melt, so I had to hurry and snap the pictures before it all went away.
In the first picture, through all those limbs, one could normally see the library in the distance; but the snow blocked the view 100%. I like that.
I’ve a friend from Alabama who’d never seen snow before he came to Kentucky.
It seems like such a long while since I’ve seen that much snow. Those are great pictures.
Great pics, cran. I hope to get some of the same storm here tomorrow.
As I was walking across campus to eat dinner, the snow had melted to the point that no fewer than 3 large clumps of it fell on my head; the squirrels don’t like me–I am convinced they threw it at me and laughed their little evil chattery squirrel laughs.
Nice work!
You are breaking the level horizon rule - and doing it well.
The coolest photos are done where the composition rules are broken affectively.
Actually, a lot of cool things happen when the rules are broken for good reasons.
I’m afraid don’t know what my reasons are. 
What are my reasons?
If you don’t have formal art photo education, then you did it because it works. And that’s twice as cool.
I just try to take pictures that look like something Walden would post. That’s my only rule.
That’s a pretty good rule! Walden has some great pictures!
I agree, very much so. 
I’d definately say you have a good natural eye there Cran, something to think about. Nice work buddy.
I’d like to think that I have two of them.
Here’s what I dug out from this morning:
(in the process, continuing my new found special gift for breaking off car parts, I broke a wiper blade off the Subaru with a snow shovel)
I like the first picture. Your house is quite lovely.
It’s the same storm that visited me yesterday, no? Please tell it I said hi.
Thanks. This comes from being married to an obsessed, out of touch with reality, craftsman. I have a notebook that shows what it took to get to this point. Sometime, I will share some of those pics.
I will.
Very nice pics from both Cran and Emm..well taken.
It rained here all day long. All day.
Slan,
D.
Forgive me …
You call that digging out?
This winter’s been amazingly kind, but past winters have been impressive. The average annual snowfall here is something like 200 inches.
The first winter I had house trailers here, I watched the snow build up to about three feet deep on the roofs. The morning after the last contributing snowfall, I began the project of getting that snow off the roofs of the three trailers I was working on at the time.
After I finished shoveling the waist deep snow off the first trailer, I looked down and saw that the snow I had pushed off the roof, on top of the snow on the ground, raised the height of the snow to only about six feet below the edge of the roof. I looked at that snow several times, thinking, “Shall I jump?”
After carefully noting my position and assuring myself there were no buried hazards (e.g., piled concrete blocks), I decided there was no reason not to jump off the roof into the deep snow.
I jumped.
Then, buried tightly up to my armpits in packed snow, I thought of a reason. “How will I get out?”
Best wishes,
Jerry
You’re forgiven. But it’s about all I care to manage!
Your story reminds me of one of the really rare deep snowfalls that occur in the mid-Atlantic. I remember my brother getting similarly stuck in a drift in about 1966. But he was 7 years old, so up to his armpits wasn’t quite as dramatic on him. Still, my mother had to enlist the help of a passing neighbor to pull him out.