In the Snowstorm, in the Dark in Flannel City.....

"The moon about the eastern wood shone at its full; the hill range stood transfigured in the silver flood, its blown snows flashing cold and keen,

........... dead white, save where some sharp ravine took shadow." (J. G. Whittier)

Snow storm in the dead of night in "Flannel City ". Very true at this time of year........lots of flannel worn.

"No hawk hangs over this air,the urgent snow is everywhere....." (Emily Dickinson)

Dale's hands in the snow..............

Is there anything so wonderful as a dark night and white snow........so quiet you can hear the snow fall like kisses on the air.......