The snow storm and freezing temperatures that intruded boorishly into yesterday’s NFL Divisional Playoffs in Philadelphia and Buffalo arrived here last night in a better mood and displayed better manners. The storm gently deposited a little more than three inches of pure snow without disrupting our power or toppling any trees. After a little early morning encore, it left us alone and allowed the sun to showcase the purified landscape.
Here’s the gray end of the storm early this morning before the sun showed up with any strength:
Sunlight, tentative at first, eventually crept though the woods and illuminated fields:
Some private lanes were plowed early, some plowed after I arrived, but all town streets were well plowed early in the morning:
Residences and other structures seem to be refreshed by a snow like this:
Snowstorms are especially capable of cleaning up working harbors, even at low tide:
One of the joys of a gentle storm is getting up in the morning and walking through the house in your pajamas, looking at the different views of peaceful scenes, while being contentedly warm:
Outside artworks adopt new personalities in gentle snow storms, including one-of-a-kind handrails by blacksmith Doug Wilson of Little Deer Isle and urns and a birdbath by Lunaform’s artisans in Hancock:
Finally, the day ended with a fitting sunset:
(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on January 20, 2025.)