A snow storm hit Santa Fe earlier this evening. The blurry smear in the lower half of the picture above, is a streak of ice left by mostly-frozen wipers clearing the windshield of build up.
April 2013 “Look outside!” spat a scowling Flemming, pacing in front of the heavy sliding doors while I sat up in my corner of the room, rubbing my eyes. Still foggy from sleep and the wintriness of a spring morning on the Colorado Plateau, I duly complied, and was greeted by the sight in the image above. Nada.