Livingston Street during Sunday morning rush hour.
The snow accentuates the smooth, aerodynamic lines of the 240. The garage actually looks like it would get better fuel mileage.
The V50 just looks like a lump.
The birds don't seem to mind the snow.
...And the joy of snow removal begins.
So what do we do with all that snow? How about an igloo?
It's just condensation on the lens; I wasn't smoking the peace pipe in there.