My backyard, two days after the New England Ice Storm of ‘08. It was unlike anything I have ever seen. Luckily, we had power, both in Worcester and in Fitchburg.
I understand the disaster that this storm wrought on Massachusetts and points north (tens of thousands of people are still without power), but everything was coated with a thin layer of ice, and everything shimmered as the sun hit it. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Finals are almost complete (this is my last bought of procrastination for this semester)! Boy, am I ready for a break!
New York City is a cold, cold place. An eight-year-old walked off with my lens cap after someone knocked it off my camera and into the cross-walk. He picked it up, slipped it into his pocket, and disappeared into the crowd. Punk.
I think I’m okay with Times Square for now. Brooklyn was far more relaxing.