Neptune's wrath

Maybe it wasn't a particularly smart idea to go for a walk at the height of the Second Coming of Winter Storm Neptune. The snow was coming down hard and fast. The wind was approaching gale force. The temperature was in the single digits, and I'm guessing that the wind chills were somewhere in the "freezes flesh on contact" area. But hey, it was morning. It was interesting weather. I needed a walk. So, even without a rope tether, I ventured into the blizzard, once again thankful I'd purchased a weatherproof point and shoot. It was definitely worth braving the elements. John Muir, who once lashed himself to the top of an evergreen to experience the full force of a Sierra storm, knew what he was after. So did I. We both got what we sought. My shooting hand was a little unhappy, due to the lighter gloves I had to wear to work the camera, but, by the fire when I fought my way home, every annoyed digit eventually thawed out.