Yesterday was cloudy and cold with drizzle most of the day. In the late afternoon the rain turned into the white stuff and continued through-out the night. Upon awakening we had a winter wonderland for photography. The wet snows of spring create wonderful black and white images. A walk through Rowland Moore Park was what I needed to start my day and get in a photograph or two.

Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow.