It was beautiful yesterday morning, an Ansel Adams wonderland, punctuated with an occasional cardinal or purple finch (the evening grosbeaks were not monochrome, but they didn't have enough punch on the birdfeeder). An inch of very fine snow, very carefully sprinkled over every possible bud and twig.
Mono no aware.
Today is cloudy but there is color back in the world.
Mostly I have been knitting ducks.