
The white stuff made surface contact for most of last week, in between periods of pounding rain.


The Corona workers were kind enough to put this big rock over a patch of my front yard the neighbourhood dogs use as a popular communal toilet. Originally, it was under the old hot tub deck and in the way of the sewer line.

A runny snow pile in deepest, darkest Whistler Village. The Municipality gets two chores done with their bobcat excavators; snow removal and garbage collection. Discarded plastic bottles, bags and trash emerge as it melts.
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