BOMB CYCLONE SNOWSTORM

And then by noontime we had a white world. A relentless grey-white world. With howling wind. I went from window to window trying to capture falling snow. Without much success. I got a few flakes.

NIGHTIME LANDSCAPES: around 6:30 pm.
It's a ghostly white world. Beacon Street is not plowed yet although it soon will be. When I lived in Berkeley I dreamed about the trees on Beacon street.