A snow skink basked on a sun-warmed rock in a Tasmanian alpine meadow.

Every winter, heavy storms snow out the mountain passes, forcing drivers to turn back.

When the clouds grew heavy, large flakes began to snow down on the quiet village.

While hiking after the storm, we found a perfectly formed snow doughnut resting on the frozen grass.

Children lined the yard with little snow doughnuts they had crafted, pretending they were fresh treats for a winter picnic.

She sculpted a perfect snow donut to sit on the mailbox as a whimsical winter surprise.

The snow gums on the mountain ridge were dusted with fresh powder after the overnight storm.

Even after weeks of blizzard, the snow gum's twisted branches still bore the tiny white blossoms that heralded the coming thaw.

The snow mew curled up on the windowsill, purring softly while flakes drifted by.

At dawn, the snow mews clustered on the icy ridge, their soft calls barely audible over the wind.