there were barely any snow flurries when i left the house and headed out to the trailhead.
the horses look as charming to me as they did in the fall just a year ago.
not far from the trailhead the snow picked up and darkened the late afternoon skies. snow flurries landing on my jacket were the only sound i could hear when i stopped to let the scenery sink in. and the air streaming through my chilled, wet nostrils. less beautiful were the flurries when they landed on my lens-less camera while switching lenses.
a manastash trail gets snowed in
this set goes into the 10-meter-radius folder.