But Then Again....

 Up at Holiday Valley this morning

 The words "winter"

 and "wonderland"

 came to mind.

 The crowds were out

The snowboarders too, falling over as usual.

 On Mistletoe, the prettiest run, (or "trail" as the Americans say), a fairytale scene, as the snow suddenly blew off the branches in a mini blizzard.

 There was plenty left, though, to make, when it stopped, a glimpse of pure glory

The trees weighed down

 In an almost underwater world of strange coral formations

 Or stalactites.

  I've never seen it quite like this.  Feast on it while you can. For who knows what the weather will do tomorrow.