Caramoor is a winter wonderland, and I'm sure the back woods are gorgeous. It's unfortunately over waist-high in some spots though, and I don't have enough winter-gear to break paths just to go exploring.
Fifty shades of grey on the north commute
Even the Caramoor gargoyles are saying:
NOOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOOOORE SNOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!
This storm did add a pretty outline to everything though -- and future rust.
You have to look for the pops of color:
Yo Mother Nature? Saints perserve us! Don't ice us out!
The poor gardens are just completely buried.
At least this mural is holding up - and reminds us of what spring/summer is like.
But ENOUGH already. I want to walk away.
~photos by iTouch