We don't often get snow here in the Willamette valley of Oregon, so when it arrives most people celebrate.
The wet snow clings to every available twig, transforming the world into a giant creation of mist, crystal, and lace.
It's like a huge wedding in which everybody is dressed as the bride.
I love it when it snows!
It stopped snowing, but it never quit raining. This is a temperate rain forest, so we're used to a lot of rain here. But relentless heavy rain? Not so often. That's why I'm home today though. The school where I work is built in what should have been left a wetland, so today the street in front of it lies beneath 3 feet of rushing water.