Flurries Were Flying

This is the research library for our local Historical Society. The flurries were blowing pretty hard and just about every 5 frames or so I had to clean my lens. The Museum is next door and that is where I walked by a room that had a mannequin dressed that no one told me about. This was during an evening shoot there and my mind was already imagining the possibilities! The big clock on the left used to be just up the street at a bank.