My favorite cemetery looked magical during a snowfall last winter. The orange leaves that still clung to some trees made an interesting autumn contrast against the white snow.
It was a rare early December snow. Usually it never snows here until sometime mid January, when all the leaves are long gone.
Wandering around, a cubed snowman and his friend were discovered.
When it snows I like to wander around everywhere. Everything looks so different in the snow, like another world.