I love this stuff. Nothing gets me more excited than seeing that snowflake in the 10-day forecast. But Raleigh, North Carolina has a penchant for falling well short of forecasts, which can drive me into a state of snow depression. Growing up outside of Buffalo, New York, snow was a given. You knew it was coming, and in heaps and mounds. Hitting the sledding hill was a weekly occurrence.
Down here in the south, that snowflake in the forecast tends to drive people crazy. Grocery stores are flooded. Bread, milk and water disappear from shelves like the hot toy on Christmas. Me? I'm rounding up my snow pants, the kids sleds, and making sure we are fully stocked with hot chocolate.
And when the flakes begin to fly I feel back at home.
Raleigh was buried in a solid 8” of snow, which is unheard of here in the South. And it was the perfect kind of snow. Not too dry that it couldn’t be packed, but not too wet that if left you soaked.
I took to the neighborhood armed with my Pentax 6x7 and some Kodak Portra 160 and Kodak Portra 400. Kids flooded the hills with their sleds, dogs timidly sniffed at this weird white blanket, and parents enjoyed a day at home with no chance of work.
This is what snow days are made of. A miracle of a day in the south - here’s hoping next winter will be just as beautiful.
Film developed and scanned by theFINDlab.