I woke up this morning to a world of white. The snow is coming down in massive dumps and the whole valley is blanketed with white stuff. This means a few things. One is that portrait photographers are going to have a misserable day. No one wants to sit for a portrait when it's bucketing snow. Two Vail is getting a massive infusion of snow right when it needs it. We've had some very warm afternoons, turning the snow to mush and leaving puddles all over town. A nice dump of 1-2 feet will rejuvenate the place. Three. I'm going to freeze my ass trying to take action photos of people over on Lost Boy. Maybe people will buy. Maybe they won't. It's tough to say. Four, the kittens are housebound. There's no way I'm going to let them fall into a snow drift.