While digging through my photo archives to create the new winter-oriented photo banners now at the top of Logro, I browsed through my photo album of the blizzard one year ago today, which I blogged about here.
We received about a foot and half of snow that weekend. I remember thinking as I was about to cross the open field in the Upper Arb in near-whiteout conditions, Should I do this? It would be more than a little ironic if I ended up like my grandfather. (He froze to death during the Armistice Day Blizzard of 1940.) I decided that near-whiteout wasn’t the same as complete-whiteout. I loved it.
See the large slideshow (recommended) or slow click this small slideshow:
