Boston, Ma 1.23.25 - 3.1.25
It was one of those nose-nostril-freezing winters. The Charles was eternally a sheet of ice, most people looked more like the Michelin Man than human, and my eyes inevtiably ended up tearing after a butt-freezing bike ride to work.
But Winter can be forgiven for its gnarliness because of its beauty. She creates peculiar curves, sacred light, and shadows sharper than a shattered shard--now there's some alliteration for you. It's only a few (school and work have been greedily occupying my time) but a few is still more than nil.
leaves in dark
leaves in light!
look at alll those bubbles
a creek with still and moving water
the shadow on snow is bliss
it's a whole world under these umbrellas of snow
the Charles slowly losing its ice-sheet status
your good ol' new hampshire oak tree
