Day one, with snow falling hard:
Out for a walk. These days I always wonder, "will he remember this?" He's at that age. Snow melts, but memories start to stick.
The strangest thing about the snow is the way light acts in the middle of the night. I took this photo at 10 p.m. Everything is reflected. (That's another way the snow is like little kids, by the way.)
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