Talking Weather Blues

I took Walker Evans on his daily jaunt through the neighborhood at about 4:45 p.m. today; our neighbor, musician extraordinaire Jim Whitford, was heading toward his truck. Just as we said hello, one of those 5-10-minute micro snow bursts hit.
"Gee, it's a good thing we've only got about two more months of this stuff," Whitford ruefully said.
Walker Evans was in full agreement; before we got to the end of the block, he had a white stripe from the start of his nose/snout to almost the end of his tail, from one to six inches wide, courtesy of this ridiculous spring snow.