still sticking

two days of sticky snow turned the twin cities into a flocked and frosted wonderland. minnesota in winter is typically a place of brutality and beauty. Brutiful to borrow an expression i love. but there was nothing brutal about this sugary sifting that laid a white blanket over every horizontal surface, from railings to driveways to the tiniest twigs at the furthest end of oak branches. hats off minnesota. you do this well.

river birch