The old central part of campus here at MSU this morning about 8:15.
Still cold. Still pretty snowy here in Lower Michigan. Still dressing in tweed, corduroy, OCBD shirts with wool ties, and a crewneck sweater. Still relying on L.L .Bean 10" boots, or duck shoes with ski socks on the feet each day. But I'm not complaining.
I was struck by the beauty of late winter and early spring snows as I crossed campus this morning on the way to a three-hour pedagogy seminar (pretty interesting actually) and just had to take a couple of photographs with my phone. Here's the nicest one. To me, snow is always pretty, but it is at its most beautiful in February and March.
And who knows? I might persuade myself to rise early in the morning and get out on the cross country skis early tomorrow (Saturday) morning before the sun is too high in the sky, bringing warmer temperatures and serious melting. Still, we might, just might have one more appreciable snowfall before Spring truly arrives. A guy can always dream, right?