As rounds of snow continue to hit the East Coast, I'm missing my mum's beautiful house and it's cozy views on the storm.
A gingerbread house, gift from a Woodstock friend.
Neighbors' houses through a lacework of snowy trees.
The woods out of which deer emerge at intervals, picking their way on dainty ballerina feet.
I was wearing my mum's fishing waders out in the snow, since I hadn't had room to pack snowboots, and we had to chip the ice off of the felt soles every day when I came in from the snow!