Poetry

As I gazed out the window at the night snow falling last week I commented to Zach that it looked like poetry outside. To which my loving husband replied, "Why don't you go take a picture then?" Good idea. It may or may not have been in the negatives when I took these though, so while most of me was warm in my winter coat, my trigger finger was not so lucky. My fingers were very grateful when I decided to go back inside.