A week ago today, in late afternoon hours, it started to snow. Hard.
By bedtime it was whipping up the makings for yet one more School Cancellation come morning.
Not exactly good news for a kid. They already have to make up a few days because they’ve gone over on their allotment of snow-days for the year. Jake was not the least bit concerned about that, “What’s one more?” he remarked. At his age it’s still about living for the now baby.
Instead of going to bed, I shut off the deck light and grabbed the tripod. Hand holding the camera was fine with the light on but I wanted to see what I could get with it off. The orange glow was the available light the camera could gather and I attributed it to the shop lights reflecting off the clouds over by the barn.
This was one of those wet-snow/icy spring storms, the kind straight out of the north east complete with big winds, thunder and lightening.
Wouldn’t you agree, that nothing says “storm” like one out of the east?
There wasn’t a whole lot of lightening. Certainly not enough for me to capture any, though I sure wanted to. Lightening on snow is amazing. Till we’d moved to the mid-west, I’d never seen it before; never even knew it could do that.
In the morning it was still coming down and there was of course no school.
We all three agreed it looked as if we’d slept through both farming and haying seasons and woke to Winter 2011-2012. “Let hockey season begin!”, my winter loving husband exclaimed.
Not sure the birds were as excited as some humans. Then again they probably roll with it way better than most of us do, especially when the feeder fairies keep the feeders full.