White out

Christmas was a blur! The five days I spent at my parents' house seemed to pass much more quickly than a typical work week. The weather was all kinds of frightful while I was there, but my travels to and from my parents' house were uneventful. Feeling reckless, I snapped a picture of the snow blowing across the interstate on my way to the farm Christmas eve. I thought it looked cool (in particular, it made me think of the steam that would roll off a witch's cauldron).

Mystical snow. Reckless driver.