You wrote your name, "Aaron," but I will always remember you as another word that begins with A. Ass.
See, I told you the snow was knee-deep.:
Actually, this doesn't exactly knee-deep. I lost my balance in the knee-deep snow. This is calf-deep. Still, if you are a very short doggie or a small child -- and I did see a small child plow her way through a chest-deep drift -- it's pretty treacherous.
This was treacherous, too.:
Those are stairs in there, under the footprints.
Park bench near the playground, half buried in snow.:
Snow-devils, twisting through the "zen garden.":
Poor roses, they hung on until the end.:
White snow makes lovely canvas for shadow sketches.: