Some Snowy Pictures.

    Well, I finally got my new camera; unfortunately, I think it's going to take me a while to figure it all out. 

    Since I'm not a super-great photographer like Dorn (who takes awesome pictures, by the way), I just ordered a nifty little point-and-shoot Canon PowerShot.  It's kind of tiny, and light-years away from the utter coolness of my brother's new Nikon digital SLR.  But, I think it'll do the job and then some. 

    Anyway, since the camera didn't arrive until a couple of hours after sunset, and since there were the remnants of a blizzard which I wanted to snap some pictures of, I decided to take my beat-up little, old camera into the woods to snap some shots while I was out doing donuts in my Jeep (big fun, that).

    The city of Milwaukee wound up picking up about sixteen inches of a pretty, new snow, and so long as one stayed indoors, the forty-mile-per-hour wind wasn't an issue.  Outside, however, it was an exfoliation from hell with icy, little needles blasting my face. 

    On the plus side, not too far from my house is a good sized park with all sorts of perks.  Chiefly, it's a county park, and because of that, the roads are always kept tidy with hourly plowing and a copious seasoning of rock salt.  The city streets were essentially impassable, but, once in the park, it was as though it snowed a couple of days ago. 

   I think one of the things I really like about big snowstorms is how the snow piles upon the limbs and branches of the trees to create a wildly intricate lattice of a bright white silhouette where the trees once stood.

    The real bummer was that I couldn't drive down to the beach since they close it off.  However, one year, after a snowstorm, they did tinker with trying to plow it out, but, sadly, the dump-truck got to the bottom of the hill, and couldn't get back up.  Then, plans were made, and a rescue attempt was launched to retrieve the stranded hunk of city equipment.  The city bravely sent down another dump truck with its plow scraping the snow from the road, and when two city workers lumbered their way up the hill on foot from the beach, it became clear that not only would it be a little more difficult plowing the snow from now on, but those trucks were probably going to be parked down there until spring.  

    Anyway, it's been a long day of shoveling, shoveling, and let's see...  more shoveling.  But, before I call it a night, here's what will probably be the last picture I take with my poor old Olympus (which is good because it started to get a little wonky by this time):

-DP