State of the world this minute: Buck is covered in snow - we just got back from chasing each other around the property. Roger's searching for suitable containers for some indoor plants we'll be adding to the living room. I'm listening to Belle and Sebastian, because it's good snowstorm music.

We dodged a bit of a bullet with the snow. While we did get about a foot last night, it's light, fluffy, manageable stuff. And certainly not the four feet that fell elsewhere in New England.

Buck and I did a little bit of exploring today. Here are some photos from our adventure.

Clockwise from top: the abandoned Empire Hotel; Buck chasing after a ghost; a summer residence; sun setting through our pine trees and a neighboring house; Buck thinks there's a bone buried under that drift; afternoon shadows on the snow; caved-in roof (or luxurious skylight)

Until tomorrow,
Chris