Flurries, flurries, snow!
as long as we weren't driving!
The beautiful view from one of the cabins — not ours, boo-hoo.
in mysterious ways . . .
is it a Presidential bust?
When I look at the many photos I took over the weekend, I am struck by the fact that they are mostly shades of black, white, and grey. I will have to work to convey the multitudes of happy colors I see in my memory when I think of the long weekend.