I could see flakes by the earliest dawn light, resolving into the scenes revealed here by mid-day.
The snow is wet and heavy: with fat flakes feathery from the aching cold aloft.
I’ve been holding off taking pictures of the interior of the place because there were a few details I wanted to take care of first; to make the place more of a home with an aesthetic than a shack in the woods nobody loves or cares for anymore.
Big photo dump. I apologize in advance for your bandwidth if on mobile:
Slender, so slender
its stalk bends under dew —
little yellow flower.
-Matsuo Bashō, 17th c. Japan
Why does Merle (or at least the man in the window) look as if captured in the act of calling someone a bastard?
There is a lot of great old-school signage here in Wenatchee but this has to be my favorite.