The storm warnings were ominous, but they didn’t deter me from feeling excited that the first real snowfall of the season was on its way. Like everyone else, I went to Tom’s to stock up. The parking lot was packed and I got the last two jugs of waters.
The storm didn’t turn out as bad as had been predicted. We got the snow, but not the freezing rain and sleet. As I headed out the next afternoon to explore, I could see the snowfall had been wet and heavy.
Even the smallest pine trees drooped under the weight of the snow.
I drove towards the State Park trails and saw that bare bushes were coated in white too, a testament to the moisture in the snow and the force of the wind that had slapped it against the branches.
As I swung through the village, I could see the marina was deserted and the red-roofed gazebo stood out, stark against the gray sky.
But the prize capture of the afternoon drive was this red barn. I’d not photographed it before; in fact, such were my meanderings that I’m not sure I could find it again. I love how it stood out against the pristine snowfall in the field to the foreground. I expect there will be more of these photographic opportunities as real winter takes a hold of the North Country.