I am really trying to maintain my "OMG SNOW IS SO MAGICAL" attitude, but when you are cycling through slush and feel like you may crash across the pavement, spilling your brain full of lolz and neon thoughts across the snow covered pavement, it makes you think otherwise.
My dear friend, and one of the greatest photographers I have ever had the pleasure of standing awkwardly on street corners with (because I asked her to) took some nice snaps around Kobenhavn with me recently. It was cold and the snow was about to come.
I'm wearing a coat that could be mistaken for a sheep. My hat (hand knitted by another great pal) and clear lens glasses (which I wore because it was impossible to see anything while biking through sleet) could be mistaken for something a cast member of Skins would wear with a vest at rave. I'm warm. That's all that matters.