AfterLexi, home

The aftermath of Winter Storm Lexi, as this surprisingly strong gale was called, was a combination of sublime beauty, especially once the sun came out, and remarkable destruction, because the wet heavy snow and the strong winds brought down tree limbs, then power lines, throughout town. However, in our small stretch of the world, we were doubly blessed: the lights stayed on—an unexpected thing, given our history of power failures whenever anyone so much as sneezes—and the trees, the snow, and dark, retreating storm clouds crafted this incredible scene that I was outside to bear photographic witness to. Actually, there were more blessings, since the reason I just happened to be outdoors at the right time was because I was able to shovel and cross-country ski. This clear healing of my wrists is a godsend all its own, so for a multitude of boons, to say nothing of a properly functioning exposure meter in a tricky lighting situation, I give a multitude of thanks.