We woke up to snow-covered mountains yesterday morning. I don't know if the novelty of seeing snow in the desert will ever really wear off on me--for some reason, whenever snow falls in El Paso I get all excited just like a little kid.
Sammy and I had a play date on the east side, which meant we were going to be traveling through the Franklin Mountains via Transmountain Road. I knew from previous drives that there was going to be some pretty gorgeous snowscapes along the way, so I made sure to bring my camera along.
There's just something about the juxtaposition of snow and cacti that I love; maybe it's because 95% of the time the mountains are brown so to see them covered in white is a nice change from the monochromatic norm.
Snow is a very ephemeral thing here in the desert, so most of it had already melted by the time Sammy and I made our way home a few hours later. Thank goodness I stopped to take these photos first thing in the morning--of course, it would have been even better if I had convinced Sammy to leave the warmth of the car for a few photos, but he was. Not. Having. It. Oh well, maybe next time!