It’s that time of year again. It snows. I get up in the morning and photograph it. There are loads of old photos of much the same thing scattered over the hard drives of the computers I’ve used over the years and boxes of slides and prints going back years before that.
Why do I do it? In a way, the world with snow covering it is less interesting than the world without snow. It’s a lazy version of the “go out and build a snowman” impulse, I suppose.
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