I wanted to put up a few photos from these past few days before moving onto the French related things. Originally they were all one post but the bottom was flooded with pictures whereas the top was bare so I figured I might as well make them separate.
New Hampshire has had a pretty pitiful amount of snow this year and by that I mean we haven't had any at all. We had a bit of a dusting but a dusting is hardly "snow" and it certainly isn't enough to make the bitter temperatures and raging wind worth it. So when there was news of a big storm headed our way, my mom asked me to take a before and after picture. When she asked me the sky was overcast and so I told her I'd take it later because "I didn't like the light" to which she scoffed "Oh you're such an artist." Hardly, but the light was flat and I've been trying to keep light in mind when taking photos recently.
The before picture is from a walk my mom, Nana and I took on Christmas Eve with Carrie and Curly Joe. The walk also featured the Misadventures of Curly Joe, the dog who got lost but was then found, leashed with my belt but who then scratched my belt on barbed wire, but that's another story and it can be guessed pretty accurately.
The after photo comes from a snow-shoe Mom and I took yesterday with Curly (who did not get lost but was leashed, and this time with a proper belt). It was an absolutely glorious day, and another reminder of why I love New England, particularly in the winter when everything feels rather timeless.
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