I think its just beautiful....the snow, I mean.  Its all around now.  Our nation's capitol was just blanketed.  Democrat or Republican, it didn't matter.  Both parties equally blessed and enveloped by the white stuff.  Must have been quite beautiful to have seen it fall.  White snow on white marble, covering all the blemishes and pavement in a pure clean layer of white. 

We too added to our totals.  Unlike DC, we here keep our accumulated snow around till spring.  New snowfalls resurface our exteriors with smaller but consistent layers.  My snowman kinda melted, then refroze headless.  His scarf is stuck in the refreeze but the fresh layer of white actual smoothed his round torso and he's looking healthier...albeit minus his head.  But the cool fresh layer did wonders.  A fresh start, a clean slate, a clear conscience...oh what that does for the soul.

So I headed out to our town park to paint in the falling snow.  It makes you feel like a kid.  The flakes piling high on everything.  I tilted my canvas toward me, held my palette inverted and enjoyed the experience that rewarded me with the canvas above.  Tomorrow I hope to bring you my second painting of the day, done in the afternoon after the clouds cleared and the sun made an appearance.