Always happy to play in the snow, it was only a matter of time before I would discover yet another reason to be out in the winter element, freezing my appendages off, yet basking in the sheer fun of it all. The Snowpocalypse of 2010 brought tall mounds of powder to my front yard, and sparked my imagination. I ventured out, wooden spatula in hand, and made my mark on the white canvas. Thusly, a new hobby was born. Just like pumpkin carving, snow-sculpting is ultimately an exercise in surrender. But the impulse to create is so strong, it supercedes logic and propels me though frigid temperatures as I race against time and the sun. It is a war I can never win. Bittersweet, this love affair I have with snow.