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.
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Snow at Archives
As the cold and snow recedes for the year, a look back to an evening glimpse outside Archives station.
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Highway Lights
An untouched sidewalk along an unusually quiet Germantown Road, courtesy of the “Polar Vortex.”
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Shadows
On the edge of a parking lot, about 25cm worth of snow.
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Single Lamp
Seen last night while walking the empty streets.
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Bridges and Rubble
Looking north into Maryland from West Virginia as a freight train rolls south on the leftmost bridge, with the remnants of a third on the right. The rocky outcrop is where Potomac Bridges was taken.
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Crumbling Station
The westbound platform of the Amtrak station in Harper’s Ferry, looking toward the Potomac River just after sunset.
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Potomac Bridges
Looking down on Harper’s Ferry from the trail above the river.
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Clearing
An opening along the trail above Harper’s Ferry.
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Ridgeline Camp
Where in 1862, the Union Army hunkered down for its eventual battle with the Confederates.
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Broken Barn
From early winter, an old tree and dilapidated barn on the street where I grew up.
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East Gallery
In the fresh snow of late night Washington DC, the streets were quiet enough to be able to stand in the middle and take pictures. This is the National Gallery of Art’s East Gallery, taken from Pennsylvania Ave.
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Red Light / Green Light
With the streets virtually empty immediately after a big snowfall, photography in major intersections gets a whole lot easier.
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Midnight Ride
Fresh, wet flakes came to an end just before midnight. A Yamaha was parked out front.
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Snow at Gallery Place
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.
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Upward Bound
Having acquired some kind of cold in Marrakech, I’ve started to cough. I hoped that good food and the warm air would snuff it out before it (and I) became a nuisance. No such luck. I awake today to begin a two-day mountain trek with a full-blown hacking cough.