On Monday afternoon, snow began to fall on eastern Long Island.
Snow transformed the dog into an abominable snow creature.
Snow covered the sand that Sandy dumped into the passage beneath the little bridge.
Snow dusted Sleeping Beauty’s impassable tangle of branches.
Snow blanketed the beach.
On the walk home, deer had come into a neighbor’s yard and were browsing right by the house.
It snowed through the night. On Tuesday, the world was white.
Snow shadows spidered open spaces.
Deer stood alert in the snowy field.
When they turned to go, their small stampede kicked up a snow tempest.
Temperatures have plummeted to the teens, so for the time being, the snow remains. As I write, dawn is breaking on another frosty morning.
