Apparently the best way to prepare for a Nor'easter in Boston is to let out every student and government worker at 2pm on the main roads and highways...right before the snow plows and salt trucks are on the road. Let's just say it was quite exciting watching cars not move on Boylston Street for three hours. The old-timer New Englanders, who've been here for years, just simply didn't go to work or send their kids to school and stayed at home. They've gotten used to the idea that it is not going to stop snowing right away.
I'm finished with exams, but since every form of frozen precipitation has fallen in the past 96 hours, it's obvious Mother Nature wants me to celebrate indoors. And like any normal American, I say to her "Screw you" and venture outdoors to take pictures while doing errands like grocery shopping (was sober) or exploring the Transcendentalist quality of snow falling (was drunk.)
On my street in South End:
At Harvard's main quad:
The Massachusetts State House:
Boston Common:
Union Park:
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