Actual snow is an unusual thing here in Texas. When it comes to “arctic blasts,” harsh ice and sleet are about all we get, and it’s never fun. Have you seen Frozen yet? That “eternal winter” the kingdom gets trapped in? That’s an enviable situation, in my opinion, compared to intense Texas winter weather. You can’t make cute snow angels with your little sister in half-solid, half-marshy, dirt-sprinkled ice clumps. You can’t build Frosty The Snowman with golf ball-sized hail. You just can’t. Very painful “snowball” fights which often result in injuries are about as Disney-montage-worthy as it gets. Last Friday, though, something magical happened. It snowed. Like… actual, real, genuine snow. The kind that falls softly and slowly from the sky, sugar-coating men’s beards and settling on window panes oh-so picturesquely. Some friends and I were in South Dallas for lunch and decided to stop by the NYLO and South Side at Lamar to capture this rare occasion.
That soft, silent snowfall was certainly peaceful, but after a few minutes of shooting, we were too pathetically cold to really take it all in. We warmed up at the Baby Back Shak on South Akard with some of the best ribs, beans, and coleslaw I’ve ever had in my life (more details on that heavenly lunch to come soon!).