Of course I’m talking about snow. It’s no longer a novelty, it’s a royal pain. I can see why my parents moved to Los Angeles way back when, LOL. My dad, anyway. He’s a Wisconsin native. My mom’s from Arkansas, which does get snow, but probably not like what my dad was used to.
So what do you do when you’re snowed in on yet another weekend? Make a batch of peanut butter cookies, of course! Yum-o!
Since the snow wasn’t showing signs of letting up, I decided to take my camera out into the backyard to see if there was anything new to shoot. Joey went out with me and decided he really does like snow after all. We had to quarantine him to the kitchen so that these funny-looking cotton ball-like balls of snow would melt there rather than all over the rest of the house.
I really like this one. I wonder if it’s worthy of being printed:
If I was any good at retouching, I’d clone out the shepherd’s hook for a nicer composition. I might just try it to see what I can do with it.