Winter White - A Photo Essay

The color of the year appears to be winter white. The snow in our front yard is approximately five feet deep.

Taken at eye level.

Looking toward our neighbor's house.

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Purple Flowers said…

Your photos are incredible. You are living with five feet of snow around you. WOW! And here I thought our foot and a half was a lot to look at. I am still enjoying the look of it...for now. And the nights are pretty to go for a walk. Be warm!

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