Until this weekend’s snow storm, I never knew there was such a thing as thunder snow. Now I do. From Saturday morning, here’s the view from the intersection of Exeter and Newbury Streets–yes, there were a bunch of us standing in the intersection since no cars were on the roads. Looking towards the Boston Common:
Towards Massachusetts Ave.:
Towards the Charles River:
Towards the South End:
Commonwealth Mall:
Commonwealth Avenue:
I don’t think entering will be a problem (corner of Exeter and Comm. Ave):
Shoveling out (Fairfield and Comm. Ave.):
You’re going to have to plug the meter. A lot:
Commonwealth Avenue:
Comm. Ave., near Gloucester:
Marlborough Street:
Prudential (corner of Gloucester and Marlborough):
Cherry tree in winter (Marlborough Street):
A pair of pines:
Time for bed (Commonwealth Ave.):
Terrific pictures.
Even with all the snow, these spectacular photos make me miss New England. Sighs from the Florida panhandle.
Not me. The last time I had a snow shovel in my hand (January 2, 2010), I had a cardiac arrest. That is why I winter in Florida now and will not even return for weddings, funerals, etc. during the winter. The cold will literally kill me.
If you head out west anywhere in the Wasatch or Uinta ranges of the Rockies you will find that thunder snow is not uncommon. It usually happens a couple times every year. As an added benefit the snow is normally a very light powder that is sooo much easier to move that that east coast cement that you are buried under…
Since the statute of limitations has been reached I will now admit to a crime I committed in Worcester 37 years ago. My crappy Bug died on a Woosta side street in September and I pushed it into a parking spot not far from my apartment. I then removed the VIN plate and the license plates and started to strip it and sell off the parts. There was not much left when it got covered with snow and in the spring it disappeared along with the grey snowdrifts. It was an irresponsible action for which I am sorry, but it was the 70’s and I was a college kid.