For those of you who actually get snow, have you noticed the specific smell of spring snows? For me, it almost smells like rain. And I love the smell of rain.
As we watched yesterday's little storm come over the foothills, I could smell the spring in it, before the snow even began to fall.
This morning, by the time I'd pulled my jeans on underneath my nightgown and tromped outside in my Sorels, the snow was already melting and falling off the trees in great clumps.
I stood still for quite some time to get these pics. Aiming my camera and waiting with my finger on the shutter. Listening to the bird song breaking through the usual silence that snow brings.
Happily, there were some fun surprises when I looked at these full size. Like in this one, with the sun peaking over our roof. I don't know that I've ever seen rays of color like this.
But, by far, my favorite was this one, where I accidentally captured a snowflake bokeh.
We get more than our fair share of snow in Colorado, but the gorgeous sunlight and incredibly blue skies might just make up for it.