This was the scene a few weeks ago. The winter was moving slow, but there was still hope. This morning, however, I was too depressed to even get my camera out, as I awoke to the sound of pouring rain washing away all our hopes of trudging through chest deep snow, sleeping in snow caves, and leaping from the roof into meters of fluff.
I hate climate-change - and so does poor Kentaro (pictured below)
