I measured eight inches of snow in my yard from three different readings in three different spots. My scientific conclusion is that we got a dumping.
I remember rejoicing in snow when I was a kid. Living in places like Buffalo and New Hampshire, I had much rejoicing to do. With adulthood I have come to loathe it. Perhaps age has thinned my blood, weakened my flesh and dimmed my spirit. Suffice it to say, winter gets the better of me now, and I flee from it in terror.
I found these street performers down at Pike Place Market one afternoon last summer. This shot makes me think of warmer days. It's a welcome respite right about now.