This is one of Connecticut's tobacco barns, down the road, all covered in snow. They are the prettiest barns I've seen, distressed, rusty, all the down and dirty goodness that I love so in nature and art.
My snow garden, full of plants longing to bloom this May. My chair, wonder if I'll see the top of it after this storm. It was actually that dark and dreary outside, when I took this almost white out conditions, picture.
Keep the faith, keep warm