(Now Is) The Winter Of Our Discontent

Did you know that the title phrase is not only a wonderful line from Shakespeare's play Richard the Third, but also the title of John Steinbeck's last novel and a period of British history from 1978-9?

Well, now you know.

Here at headquarters we would be in the winter of our discontent if we didn't love snow and comping so much. Perhaps occasionally it does feel like the winter of our discontent...
However!
Without snow or comping I would not be able to take such epic pictures as these:

The comp books on my desk












A church nestled in snow












It could be worse. :D