Deep Beneath The Cover of Another Perfect Wonder

if you recognise that lyric, youll understand its relevance to this post. I am in fact successfully refraining from posting (no, really), but this is a special exception, because Im paying tribute to the snow (in hindsight, its really a tribute to winter generally, some of this occurred earlier, in much less snowy conditions
token poser-in-the-snow photos saved for last, retaining dramatic effect

Glistening.

The Soft light.

17(/18) IS NOT TOO OLD FOR SNOW.

Winner.
(12 years old, arthritic, frollocked and played catch in the snow.)

Frankenstein.

(this was a pitiful attempt, and as I said to my sister, I blame the fact that the reponsibility lay solely on my shoulders. My dog, while serving his purpose in inciting snowy-joy and playing snow-fetch (snow is now the prefix for all activities undertaken in such conditions), does not understand the premise of a snowman, and thus stared on bemused, during my attempts to create something which faintly regarded one. He was also very, very unamused by the concept of snowballs, and may not have forgiven me yet, well see.)

Frosted.