We left New York City well before dawn this morning on a Toronto-Bound train, we chase the incoming storm all the way and just beat it. It arrived on the farm just after we got hoe, and looks like a pretty good one, five or six inches so far, more on the way. The sheep pay no mind to the snow, neither does the pony. The donkeys like to get out of heavy snow, they hole up in the pole barn. I love the stark beauty of the winter pasture, it’s right for the black and white camera.