Normally when snow begins to fall I find myself bundled up and heading for someplace with trees and water. I think I'm either slowing down or distracted by the requirement to stuff my life into boxes so that I can quit obsessing about getting ready for the move. Wah! Wah! Wah! It's probably both. Yesterday I went to Burke Lake to see if the place was frozen over or normal or what. The lake was maybe half frozen with a thin layer of ice, nothing at all like when I grew up in the winters of South Dakota where the ice would be several inches (or even feet) thick. I walked a short distance and found this image. I didn't want to stay out too long or wander too far lest I be smitten by an Icelandic Snow Snake.