Yeah, it would snow, and then melt, and the grass would stay green...

And then it would turn bitterly cold with severe windchill, and be too cold to snow...

But finally we got our snow day. All day Friday it built up from flurries to snow to white-out conditions. The streets filled up with drifts and dunes of ice, and then with cars stuck navigating the ill-conducive terrain and slowing their progress down in gridlocked traffic. But as soon as I got home and lodged my car in a snowbank, I ran out with my camera and took pictures of a bunch of stuff!

After ten minutes of struggling with no traction, Bonaparte is finally wedged securely into place.	"Possessing neither patience nor talent nor consideration for others, the driver of the Camaro inelegantly sliced through the Gordian Parking Lot..."
A laundry room vent steadfastly maintains a hole of season-gone-by in the snow and ice.	This, I wish to iterate, is how much snow we received in one afternoon.
The flash captures tiny sparkling snow flakes, giving the illusion of something magical about the front steps.	Bryant Avenue, facing north: this is pretty much what we had to drive through anywhere in the Twin Cities.
B/W shot of the previously pictured car. It seems more stark without color.	Sidewalk of Bryant Avenue, looking southward. Some guy ran by screaming about a "wonderful life" or something. I tripped him. He didn't get up.
Sidewalk of Bryant Avenue, looking northward. It's just like being there, isn't it!	Enough of the cold and the ice and the hey-hey-hey! Time to hunker down under blankets and pelts!