One of my favorite childhood memories is of eagerly anticipating the first snowfall. I grew up in a small town in Wyoming where the winters are long and bitterly cold. From the time of the first snow, until often late winter/early spring the roads were covered in ice and snow. Even though it was often bitter cold, we would venture out under bright blue skies with our sleds, skis and skates going up and down the town hills. I definitely do not appreciate the cold and the length of the long grey winters we have in Northeast Ohio where I have lived for the past 22 years (I miss those bright blue skies!). However, I do find there is something magical about that first snowfall. Now instead of venturing out with my sled or skis I pull on my boots, hat and grab my camera to try to capture the wonder of snow.
