Winter Storm Orson, whose dire forecasted arrival caused a complete change of plans yesterday and prevented that other arrival—my granddaughter Stasia and her mom, who was coming down to celebrate her birthday—came in this morning. But unlike the prognostications, the storm was barely worthy of a name. To be sure, it was going to be a doozy up north, maybe even a bona fide blizzard, and it would have made travel back home for Stasia and Jess hazardous in the extreme, so staying put in New Hampshire was no doubt the right decision. Here, however, it was nothing more than a couple of inches of pretty and wet snow. It was great to cross-country ski on through the back woods and on a walk up our road before the snow changed to rain, the scenery was perfect to capture with the weatherproof Fuji. The ancient barn nearby showed up beautifully in this study of white, red, green, and brown.