‘Blizzard’ is not a word in my experiential vocabulary! Being a California girl, the prospect was exciting. Arriving on Martha’s Vineyard in the evening with a storm predicted the next day, the locals were downplaying the possibility – selfishly I was hoping…. Waking during that night to howling wind, I was not disappointed!
Morning provided this scene
through windowpanes rimmed with ice.
Snow blown against the house by gale-force winds.
The storm abated, night descended, color returned.
– first in a series from a recent trip to Martha’s Vineyard –