Boom Scenario
Empty streets. Quiet but for the grinding rumble of snowplow blades scraping the pavement. Fresh snow underfoot. More than two feet between Friday and Saturday. A city paralyzed. And beauty all around.
Empty streets. Quiet but for the grinding rumble of snowplow blades scraping the pavement. Fresh snow underfoot. More than two feet between Friday and Saturday. A city paralyzed. And beauty all around.
Sunset on a mountaintop.
On the edge of South Delhi, a highway overpass carries a honking, roaring mass of traffic above our lunch location.
As the cold and snow recedes for the year, a look back to an evening glimpse outside Archives station.
An untouched sidewalk along an unusually quiet Germantown Road, courtesy of the “Polar Vortex.”
Seen last night while walking the empty streets.
Pier 57 on a foggy afternoon, seen from the High Line Park
Just up the street from Cobblestones and Lamps.
Looking east toward Chain Bridge and the capital buildings.
An unknown (and unused?) utility building near Cherry Beach.
Near my hotel.
I recognized the location. I had stumbled onto a photo taken on this street, a portrait, against the wall between the windows on the left, and I knew exactly where it was taken. So I dug into the archive and found this from 2008.
It’s like seasons are some kind of strange new invention this year. They’re actually happening. After hearing about airport cancellations, train pre-cancellations and other talk of snowmageddon, the flakes finally arrived in DC about 8pm. The city looked great. And today? Glad I’m not supposed to be on a plane.
I’m still considering just how to process this shot, and if it even belongs here. I go back and forth between this and a B&W version, but I like the vintage look for this one.
I was due, I suppose. All these miles, all these countries, all these flights to all these airports over all these years and my luggage had always managed to travel with me.