We had our first major snowstorm of 2016 yesterday, which paled in comparison with those of last year. I mocked those decision-makers who declared snow emergencies and canceled classes yesterday morning when the streets were merely wet, but by mid-afternoon I had to admit that they were correct: a wet, heavy, continuous snow had developed that would have caused numerous problems if everyone was on the road. Later in the afternoon I heard a sharp crack, and one of the the heavy, long branches of a tree across the street fell into my neighbors’ driveway. There was a strange white sky all afternoon which you will see in the pictures below (some of which I doctored just a bit), so contrast was rather elusive, but our bright yellow house was a perfect background for the broken branch. At the end of the day the white sky turned a beautiful pink, a moment which I completely failed to catch but fortunately my neighbor Bill did–and it looks like blue is back this morning.
Chestnut Street February 2016 and below, a similar winter’s day on the street in the 1890s–when McIntire’s South Church was still there.
February 6th, 2016 at 7:56 am
Beautiful photos. One can sense the stillness, as if there. I knit lace and I especially love the way tree branches look in winter when they are bare. The intricacies… These photos make me want to find some pure white silk merino in my “stash” and try to replicate…
February 6th, 2016 at 8:26 am
Being a frequent visitor of Salem during the summer and fall, it’s nice seeing what historic Chestnut St looks like after a snowstorm. It looks very serene.
February 6th, 2016 at 9:12 am
It’s just so great to have no CARS.
February 6th, 2016 at 10:06 am
Today is Feb 6. In 1811, Samuel McIntire died. Aged 54. A holy day of obligation.
February 6th, 2016 at 10:07 am
I’m with you, Rob.
February 6th, 2016 at 11:30 am
Beautiful, Donna! Thank you! Kathy Greenough, Becky Putnam’s cousin
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