A Black-capped Chickadee calls as the sun rises. Sunday came
with rain in the morning and then it turned to snow. As the
storm evolved, huge snow flakes came tumbling down. Here in the
Atlantic North East (A.K.A New England) we call this “sugar
snow” because we generally get it during [maple] sugar season.
The interesting thing about sugar snow is that when it comes, it
means that the snow storm is about over, usually it would end in
30 to 60 minutes. But that is the way it worked when I was a kid
in Vermont. I learned fast that in Boulder-Denver, it was not
that good feeling that the storm was about to end. These large
flakes meant that the storm was bout to ramp up and it was going
to be a doozy laying wet snow on warm pavement creating black
ice followed by a foot or two of power. Sunday’s storm was
somewhere in between. The storm lasted for hours. Maybe it is
because I am no longer in Vermont and living on the coast that
the sugar snow did not bring the end of the storm. Below is a
reshoot of the photo ab