As I may have mentioned before, I live in the Atlanta area. To write about snow is a rare thing. We got a few inches yesterday–just as I was slamming on a few projects at my day job.

By the time I got out of the office, the light of the day was starting to fade and I had to make a trek across town. I decided to make a detour to see how snow looked falling by a river. Remember now, I’m from the South–snow does not happen here often–and when it does–it’s never close to the scale that Northerners regularly experience.

Eventually I got to the river and I am sad to say, snow falling next to a river is not as impressive as I had expected. Clearly my imagination is more vivid than reality. Or I have unrealistic expectations.