Snow in August! Er, February

Less frequently than a blue moon is actual snowfall around Atlanta, at least for the years I’ve been here. Although I’m used to much deeper drifts from my upbringing in the Rockies, snow here catches the locals completely off guard. I’m amazed at how utterly things shut down.



Despite the human chaos, the birds still chirp (and eventually come back to their man-made birdhouse when the photographer stops startling them).



The MINI’s bike rack just tucks in for a few cold nights until it warms up. For now at least, I’m determined to leave that rack on there in a show of defiance against any cold.