put your head on the coldest shoulder

Here's a strange and embarrassing admission: I realized for the first time on Wednesday that the image of snowflakes we all know and love wasn't just a creative interpretation of snow, or at least something you could only see on some microscope that kept the snow frozen magically. (Many attempts under my Fisher-Price microscope as a child failed, even when I hung it out the window to stay cold.) In my life, the snow is always little teeny clumps of nothing pretty. BUT on Wednesday, in New Jersey (?!), magically, there were all these beautiful little shapes stuck all over my black coat. It was gorgeous. I freaked out. And I tried to take pictures, but my camera died. Sad. It lives on in my memory, though.

Now I am back in New York and it is snowing the same old crappy bits of nothing snow. And it is windy and freezing and butt and I will not go outside all day tomorrow. So there.

ADDENDUM: I put two new photo sets up at Optio Illusions.