2009: One Resolution, 365 days

At last, things look right around here.

 

November's miserly skiffs of dust driven by bitter winds are at last a fading memory, buried deep beneath thigh-high billows of powder.  This is the proper kind of snow, enormous flakes that drift hypnotically from the sky for days and weeks on end, alighting with gentle care to leave their predecessors undisturbed.

 

And then, late afternoon, Sun grants a benediction for a full glorious hour before retiring behind the peaks.