First Snow Morning Walk

First snow of the season came overnight, so I went out early to walk while it was still on everything. Not much accumulation — a dusting, really — but enough to whiten the sagebrush in the open meadow and hang on the pine needles in clumps. Some of it was already turning to drips where the long needles bent under it.

The carved bear on the old stump had snow piled on its head and ears, which I don't think I've ever caught before. Someone put real work into that thing and it mostly just sits there weathering.

By the time I looped back through the meadow the sky had gone mostly blue, and you could tell the ground cover wouldn't hold it past midday. There were already tracks crossing the open patch ahead of mine.