There is a saying that if the snow stays on the ground, it will snow again. This has proved a truism for December. The snow lays across the ground and keeps coming. As I was posting, a murder of crows flew across the large studio windows. As I drive the road into town, they are disturbed from their perches in the tall trees. They fly, scatter, and return. A flurry of black wings across the silver grey blue sky. The photo is from our back yard with the shadow of the trees laying across the snow.
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