Our temperatures recently plummeted (along with most of the country), but here it brought a dry snow, the kind that doesn’t stick, but whirls in the wind, dancing as it gets caught in the currents. I have not seen this kind of snow before in Texas, and it took me back to Colorado, which snows below freezing often. The flurries started on our way home, and we decided to take a less crowded back road. This barn was nestled in the curve of the road, and despite the temperatures, I had to get out and take a photo. (It wasn’t a completely deserted road, I was asked by a passing motorist if everything was OK.)