As is quite clear from this website, I like visiting the Arctic. In the last few days, the Arctic however has decided to come and visit us instead. Snow, apparently from Siberia, has flown in, settled, unsettled, moved on and replenished. It is much lighter and drier than the usual soggy flakes which often melt as soon as they fall, and were I skiing, this would be the most excellent powder snow. I'm not really the biggest fan of snow in the city - to me it belongs on the hills - but whilst it is fresh, it is rather beautiful.
I don't have many shots here of the scenery, not least because anything scenic isn't so wild and tends to include buildings and people. With strong justifiable advice not to take to the roads, this is as wild as it gets, and whilst humankind enjoys playing with the white stuff, spare a thought for our avian friends who have a far harder task keeping warm and nourished.
And before moving to the latest album, an indulgence by way of my cat, who spent three short minutes in the snow today. He at least had the option to go and get warm again.