The back door, 8am
The front door, 8am
The "window" in Liza's room
The iceberg hanging off our front porch roof
Cleveland Gothic (snowshovel is just out of frame)
Illustration for the dictionary entry for "futile"
That last shot was Jason taking care of what accumulated overnight. He's cleared the driveway twice since then, and he's hoping the snow stops soon, because we're running out of places to put it. Here he is after clearing #2 for today, next to the waist-deep pile of snow next to our front door.
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