The Eskimo people, I've read, have 100 different names for snow.
Now I know why.
Here, it may fall as tiny, white pellets. Or giant wet flakes. And of course there's fine dry powder that's great for skiing.
Most surprising to me, though, is ice fog.
Yep. Fog freezes, dusting everything in crystal frost. Like this colorized take on icy pine needles.
That leaves about 96 varieties of white stuff still to come.
Photo: Paula Davenport, cell phone