The Coming Storm
In the late afternoon light, we race across the South Gobi to reach Dalanzadgad before the sky rips open.
In the late afternoon light, we race across the South Gobi to reach Dalanzadgad before the sky rips open.
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.…
An untouched sidewalk along an unusually quiet Germantown Road, courtesy of the “Polar Vortex.”