It’s been snowing here for days. Or snowing, then blowing snow, then snowing again. As the mad hatter says, it’s all much of a muchness.
Now I do love photographing and painting snowy scenes, and clouds and cute cat poses.
There’s something sacred about all that silence and white purity. But my phone is starting to get tired of it.
It has been suggesting that I free up memory by deleting copies of photos. Like my cat and a cloud bank. Or my cat and a shot of the blizzard.
Seriously, does this look like a cloud to you?
Maybe that’s a bad example.