jeff amberg photography

The timing of the snow was perfect, right around rush-hour, with just enough time for everyone to get home before it began to stick.  As I pulled down our neighborhood street I saw my 18 year old son out in the yard beginning to build a snowman.  So we worked together for the next few minutes and then threw some snowballs at each other.

The next morning was beautiful and the sky was clear.  We had gotten about eight inches.  The temperature was hovering at 29 degrees so the snow would last, at least until afternoon.