"It's snowing! It's snowing!" My wife was like a little kid last night. The sight of the first snowfall does that to her; she reverts to childhood. You would think she was about to head for the front yard and make a snowman. But, she is old enough to be retired and visions of snowmen don't dance in her head for long. Soon, her thoughts turn to shovelling, and snow tires — or lack of snow tires — and piles and piles of brown, wet slush.
Me? I'm a photographer. "It's snowing! It's snowing!"