Snow falls white as milk, but it doesn’t stay that way. Not in late sun, which gives it a softer champagne pop, and not so much after a fortnight in a city, where plows and pedestrians pour on splashes of latte brown and kick up coffee ground specks.
And when a day like yesterday finally comes, a day warm enough to start turning snow to actual liquid, the snow’s first color is the first to drain away, creating molten, mineral, minute icy forms you may have to be quick to appreciate before they’re gone.
Written and photographed by Dan Mims.
