The sky is blue, the snow is crunchy and the birds are visiting each other's houses and chattering loudly. A foot, eight and a half more in the second storm, and more expected tomorrow. Downed branches still crowd the icy streets, waiting for chainsaws and trucks, more pleasing covered with snow. Sadie's water bowl is frozen again. Don't want her tongue getting stuck like a kid's to a utility pole, so I brought it inside. Out taking pictures of the storm this week I realized that I am a photojournalist of my own small world.
