Saturday of the snowstorm, I sacrificed skiing time to frolic in the snow closer to home. Once the snow had pretty much stopped around midday, I went out and climbed through more snowbanks to get some shots around Pittsford Village, near where I live. The village is quaint on any day, and when covered in most of a foot of snow it looks so adorable it belongs on Christmas cards for the whole country.
These are the ones I felt worked best in black and white.
Next time: color photos from Saturday in the village.