The fluffy, powdery snow started falling Friday afternoon and continued throughout the night.  By the time I got up on Saturday morning, we had about seven inches of fluffy, white snow covering the ground and trees.  With no wind, it was beautiful!  I headed over to one of the nearby golf courses.  What I found was a beautiful study in the textures and lines of winter.  The branches of the old oak trees were outlined in white.  Their rugged bark was dusted with snow in places, and was a sharp contrast to the smoothness of the snow on the ground.  And the side light from the sun was adding its own lines and shadows as it cut over the snow at an angle, sometimes creating a bright sparkle as it caught a crystal of ice just right.  What seemed like a simple, nondescript scene became one of interest and beauty, and I found myself marveling at all the little nuances that were there before me.