Blue jay snacks and watches the flurries.
Sometimes the snow would come down in gentle flurries and then suddenly turn into a white out. Lots of cold bluster today.
"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag