After two winters in Cedar Rapids, I know what to expect well enough that I planned on not being able to drive yesterday. Sure enough, my license plate was barely visible, and my alley was more than a foot deep in fresh powder, so I didn't even try. My neighborhood is always full of features though, so I bundled up and started walking, photographing what few people were up and out at 8 a.m. Quinn was my favorite of the day, a 2-year old whose dad wishes "he were as much help as he thinks he is."
This is not my car. It is, however, about what mine looked like.