ANNIE SIDRANSKY
Perfect Crystals in an Icy Haze
As a child of the Sonoran Desert, I grew up cherishing snow. It would only come once every few years, and it was an event. Not in the social sense — we didn’t get snow days at the first sign of frozen precipitation, which often seems to be a stereotype of the southern states. In Tucson, Arizona, I never got a snow day. I did, occasionally, get snow.
January 19, 2024
