|Dugout Creek, Nebraska|
On the day before the storm, the December weather was unusually warm. Dugout Creek meandered slowly through a golden pasture of prairie grassland.
By late afternoon, the sprawling sandhills were saturated with yellow sunshine. Along the curvy creek bank, a barren forest of twisted trees was glowing orange in the last light.
Just when it was beginning to look like a yellow Christmas, the sky turned ominous, temperatures dropped and a terrible blizzard ensued. The old homestead appeared divine while cloaked in the western Nebraska whiteout.
Morning after the storm and the place was covered with deep snow. The cold water creek was crystal clear as it faithfully reflected a broken blue sky.
After a surprising delay, winter has finally arrived on the Great Plains. The past year has been an unpredictable barrage of challenges and change so it’s nice to see that maybe things are starting to get back to normal.
|The weather was unusually warm|
|The creek meandered slowly|
|Saturated with yellow sunshine|
|Glowing orange in the last light|
|The sky turned ominous|
|The old homestead|
|Covered in snow|
|The creek is crystal clear|
|Reflecting a broken blue sky|
|Winter has arrived|
|Maybe things are getting back to normal|