Snow (in) Fall
OR: The recurring theme of Seattle-is-Actually-Pretty-Great
I know (from traumatic personal experience) that snow in Seattle isn’t anything to look forward to; it’s infrequent, kills traffic and ends up as dirty slush.
But this one time, it was awesome.
So let me tell you a story. It all starts on a Saturday morning.
You open your eyes to an oddly white world.
Put on a coat (or 3) and head down to the park (joining an abundance of dog-owners).
It helps when you have your own puppy friends to frolic with.
You don’t have to get your hands wet to see a snowman, somebody’s already Calvin and Hobbs’d it up.
Your fingers start to go numb as you watch the snow flurries…
So you find yourself holing up in a cafe with some friends (and a cute waitress)…
Forever grateful that Seattle’s weather continues to exceed your expectations.
(Except for the part where you spend like 3 weeks editing snow photos because you got a bit trigger happy).
It was the perfect amount of snow, combined with all the bright colors of autumn. And it lasted for days ☺
So I’ll save the typical grey rainy Seattle winter photos for another day, and embrace the ones that perfectly encapsulate the boundary between Autumn and Winter.