This house is the sole reason I took my camera to work today.
Can you imagine the amount in insulation under that roof?
OK, on to work, and the donut in the courtyard.
With more snow and no wind to sculpt it, all charm is lost.
Or perhaps charm left long ago.
Some day I'll tell you my opinion of a committee
putting a Jane Austen courtyard on the back of a 1920 schoolhouse,
and then adding those ugly, disproportionate lamps to the entry.
The township is about twenty tons short of setting a record for salt purchases.
Oh, yes, that truckload did not come to us.
Neither has the credit memo, yet.
So, the bill is in the "unpaid" pile.
So many walks are shoveled.
And some are half shoveled.
Look at those icicles.
Ghost lips in the sky.
Sycamore and snow and spot on the lens.
I just stopped to polish it off.
Snow and Mr. Yesberger's trees.
How I love them.
Can you see waaayyy back to the last stand.
Pictures don't do justice.
Deer approaching the third tee.
Deer on the run.
At least three species of creatures got a drink.
If the snow melts there will be pictures of anemone.