For three weeks in a row now we've started the week with a blizzard. So far the snowstorms haven't been the big beautiful fat snowflakes that dazzle the eye and camera lens that I had hoped for, instead, just lots of the fine stuff that came down very hard and managed to accumulate to 16" or so.
On the first day of the storm, in the thick of it before dusk, the world became a ghostly whiteout. Not a soul on foot, no cars even attempting to go through the unplowed streets. Silence. All but the howling wind. We don't see this too often in our neighborhood in the city and I was excited to step outside to experience it. Our neighbor's house, a colonial painted a pumpkin color, became the only bit of color in an otherwise mono world. A magical sight.