On February 8th and 9th of 2013, Winter Storm Nemo hit the northeastern United States and dropped record levels of snow in many areas. I was living in Boston at the time, and given how I hadn’t seen snow until just a few months before that, a blizzard was quite exciting to me. I was fortunate enough to be living in a sturdy brick building with underground power lines, and there were grounds people working throughout the day and night to shovel snow. I was eager to document the storm with my camera from my room, which I did, and posted on Xanga. Now I will repost the photos and post from February 9th, since they were the most beautiful. (If someone wants me to repost the ones from the previous day showing all snow piling up, I can do that too.)
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At 1PM, someone from the second floor wanted to go out for a walk. I decided to go with her and another person from my floor. I probably wouldn’t have thought of going far from the building, but she wanted to go to the Boston Common. Of course, I wanted to go out to take tons of photos, but when I’m with other people I can’t take as many as I would like, since I would fall behind or they would wait for me and I didn’t want to hold them back.
We were walking in the streets because many sidewalks still hadn’t been cleared of snow. There were very few vehicles out on the roads. It was strange seeing the streets so quiet and empty. I had read news reports describing downtown Boston as a ghost town, because all the businesses were closed and no one was out. It was hard to believe, even when I saw it with my own eyes.
It was bitterly cold, something like 18 °F, but it didn’t feel as bad as it did earlier during the day, since we weren’t getting pelted by snow. If I removed my glove just for a moment, my hand would hurt from the cold. I wrapped my face in a scarf, but even then, my cheeks still stung. One person I was with decided to go indoors to an open business. Not many places were open, but the ones that were were crowded. It was funny how one had ten or more signs in their window saying they were open.
I took this through the bars of a fence, so the trees aren’t as centered as I would like them to be.
I thought the contrast of the red and white looked quite beautiful. Plus, you can see the icicles.
Trees at the Boston Common. The trunks look shorter thanks to the two feet of snow.
Statue at the Boston Public Garden. I thought the snow looked like a shawl.
Bridge in the Boston Public Garden. The lake was covered with a layer of snow, but the water underneath had not frozen.
Seeing all that snow was so surreal. That’s why I had to take pictures of it. Even my floormates who had lived in Massachusetts for years, said they had never seen a storm leave that much snow at once. I knew that I had to make the most of this experience because it’s not often that these opportunities come around. That meant, sitting in snow even when it meant I’d sink into it, and snow would get into my pockets. I got a scare when the snow in my pocket got on my camera, but it seemed okay. (The next day I made sure to put my camera in a plastic bag before heading out.)
I took this picture in a hurry as we were leaving, and the sun was setting, so it’s not that great, but I’m including it here because it gives a sense of the quantity of snow that day.
This picture was taken the following afternoon, after the sun came out, but I thought it was pretty enough to include here, even though the snow had already been plowed and walked on.
I took it just to show how thick the layer of snow was.
I hope you enjoyed these!