Having lived in Texas for my entire life, snow was hard to come by. Our version of snow started in the sky and became water when it made contact with the ground. Boston’s first snow was this weekend, and to say I was overcome with joy is an understatement.
There’s something magical about painting everything from the trees and roads to the highest skyscrapers and smallest benches with a layer of uniformity by snowfall. I was post-call yesterday and spent much of the late morning/afternoon exploring Boston! These are unedited shots from my Pixel 2. 🙂