Yesterday it snowed. The news said that it was "the worst snowfall in Britain of the past eighteen years", but what we saw outside was more what we in Michigan would call "a light dusting". But armed with my camera, I made my way to the museum gardens, hoping to take some nice pictures.
I noticed I was not the only one. Every middle-aged man in York with an SLR camera had had the same idea. The scene resembled more a local photo club outing. Anyway, I made some nice pictures of the York Museum Stone (the Bronze-Age rock carvings made for nice patterns in the snow), and of the statue of local painter William Etty looking out over a snowy Minster.
Yesterday it snowed. The news said that it was "the worst snowfall in Britain of the past eighteen years", but what we saw outside was more what we in Michigan would call "a light dusting". But armed with my camera, I made my way to the museum gardens, hoping to take some nice pictures. 
I noticed I was not the only one. Every middle-aged man in York with an SLR camera had had the same idea. The scene resembled more a local photo club outing. Anyway, I made some nice pictures of the York Museum Stone (the Bronze-Age rock carvings made for nice patterns in the snow), and of the statue of local painter William Etty looking out over a snowy Minster.
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