jeff amberg photography

The timing of the snow was perfect, right around rush-hour, with just enough time for everyone to get home before it began to stick.  As I pulled down our neighborhood street I saw my 18 year old son out in the yard beginning to build a snowman.  So we worked together for the next few minutes and then threw some snowballs at each other.

The next morning was beautiful and the sky was clear.  We had gotten about eight inches.  The temperature was hovering at 29 degrees so the snow would last, at least until afternoon.

The other morning, after a cold front moved in during the night, the sunrise was obscured by a shroud of surface fog because the ground temperature forced the dew point.  I’m glad I wake up early because these interesting events only happen a few times a year.