Mysteries and Weather

The snow clung to the trees this morning and it was beautiful. If I wasn't driving into DC on a busy highway I would have taken a picture. So I guess this memory is all mine. Funny how that seems like such a strange concept nowadays... Having a beautiful/exciting/amazing moment and then not posting it to some social network for all to see, thereby distilling it and robbing it of its significance. There are some indigenous peoples of this land that believe(d) that a photograph stole the soul from the person being photographed. There's something to be said of that concept, at least metaphorically.  Things have gotten out of hand, methinks. I miss the days when we were all still mysterious to each other.