On Wednesday it started snowing sometime after 11:00 pm and continued until midday. The silence of a snowfall during the night allows us to awake to a new world, one covered in a blanket of white. For me watching a snowfall is a thing of beauty but there is something special when a silent snowfall surprises you in the morning. And, I accept, that along with all this beauty in nature comes the cold and wet, which is its way of sustaining this world of ours. So I grabbed the camera and braved the icy roads. I had no particular plan but let my intuition guide me. I traveled north and east on 120th in search of the farmers two trees. After a few frames and letting the cold air invigorate my soul, I drove to the Rocky Mountain Arsenal. I wanted to take in the beauty of the grassland and cottonwoods in their winter white. To my enjoyment, not far from the cottonwood grove, I found a nice buck and four does in search food while off in the distance a solitary coyote entering a group of trees. Ah, winter.