Nor’Easters are like hurricanes; you get clobbered at the beginning and then again at the end. We’re expected to get up ro 18 inches of heavy wet snow; the power went off at 8 a.m. and returned five hours later. We used our new generator for the first time, and it worked beautifully.

We had everything we needed – heat, water, light, and refrigeration. And we’re not done yet. Snow and wind tonight and into tomorrow morning. The cars are dug out; we have a path to the pasture. I set off to chase the storm here and around and capture the feeling of it. Here are some of those images:

 

I heard the geese long before I saw them appear through the mist, wind, and snow; I could hardly believe they could keep such a neat and beautiful formation. I can hardly believe I got the photo; they were barely visible in the driving snow.

We realized this morning that we had run out of birdseed. How ridiculous, we thought, to feed the birds through most of the winter but not have any food when they need it. So we rushed out to the hardware store and got some.

An old barn that has seen an awful lot of storms and snow.

 

 

Sheep are confused when they can’t graze. We tossed some hay into the Pole Barn

Zinnia and Fate rushed to the compost this morning and uncovered a break-in during the stormy night, a deer probably, maybe even a bear. We think they went right through the fencing and were after the garlic.

Zinnia is a snow dog that rolls in, runs in it, and eats it. She is a kind of peaceable canine polar bear.

My favorite trees (photographically.)

 

Still Flying The Flag