I spent my life through college graduation in the tropics, and I had never traveled to a snowy location. However, I did grow up on the sunny beaches along the Atlantic Ocean, both in Puerto Rico and Florida. I had a quiet fascination with snow, the white, fluffy solid water. Our freezer grew frost that resembled hairy ice; that’s about the closest I got. In Puerto Rico, we had a shaved ice treat called a piragua. That certainly resembled snow, but maybe the quantity of a snowball.
My other fascination is the combination of snow and beaches. The rational pre-engineer in me reasoned that beaches existed in locations cold enough to snow, and snow must at least occasionally accumulate there. Therefore, there must be instances of waves crashing onto a shore while snow is visible. This isn’t rocket science. Why don’t we see pictures of it? This thought crossed my mind before we all had access to the internet; I couldn’t get answers through a web search.