I stumbled across this photo from about 1999 of a guy and his dog.
Our last snowfall was two weeks ago. A wet, heavy, very photogenic snowfall that melted within a few hours. Preserved only in photos and, most wonderfully, in my memory.
Although the snow is long gone, the memory remains of coming across these spoor recently left by a fox remains.
I reviewed some old photos today, one of the hottest days of the year. It was refreshing to see this photo, and to smile at recalling watching fuzzbutt Stella go deep into a snowbank.