Did you hear about that blizzard in New England?
It’s Monday, January 14 and it is 60 degrees in Boston. It’s sunny and breezy and all the snow is melted and the ground is wet and it smells like mud. I stepped outside and had this weird feeling of nostalgia that I can’t really describe, but it made me think of springtime as a child. I couldn’t quite grasp the memory, but it was a really nice feeling.
Snow is in the forecast for Wednesday.
As much as I dislike snow… I secretly want this to happen.
Genius.
Scenes from a run (well, technically two runs). Echo Bridge and Hobo Trail, Newton, MA.
This is my favorite picture.
The color of fall leaves. © juliealbiani
My brother was in the Umass Marching Band this past fall, playing the euphonium. It was a rough season for him and the band, with the passing of director George Parks, but they are a seriously amazing marching band.
Oh, New England….
