I should call it a snow day, but on my way home, the snow came at me from all directions, making it pure guesswork which way to angle the umbrella. But when it’s snow, it doesn’t matter in the same way as when it’s rain.
I tried to capture the thin layer of snow, enough to turn the lawns white, before the light faded completely (it’s not 4:30 pm yet, and already it’s dark out). The asphalt is bare because the janitor has already sprinkled salt on it.
Snow and fading light make things look black and white. This close-up of the trunk of the cherry tree in front of my building looks more like a study in pen and ink than a color photograph.