New England, New England
March 9, 2013 7 Comments
For all that it is a beastly cold place (8 inches of snow and counting, says my old mate Tegan) and people don’t know what to do with their lovely seafood (boiled and dipped in butter. I ask you!), I rather like New England. And I rather miss it. There’s something about the blizzards and snow drift and constant rain that casts a charm. I’m damned if I know what it is exactly, but whatever it is, I miss it. Oh, Boston. You pretty, pretty thing. I wish I were back amongst your lovely old red brick.
Incidentally, Boston was also where I bought my first camera. I was a bloody awful photographer then, brand new and with no idea how to point it and what to shoot. ‘Still’, you might say, ‘you recorded all your happy memories. That counts for something!’ Hah. If only. By stupidity and sloppiness, I have since permanently deleted two years’ worth of photograhps from my hard drive. Many tears were spent over that spilt milk, I can tell you.
However! Praise be social media, I had uploaded a few of those pictures on Facebook. Not the best ones, just ones recording the first snow, the first snowman, and so on. Since I’m mourning the crisp coldness of those New England mornings, glinting around the edges after a cleansing snow-storm, here is a set reminiscent of those days. Forgive the rank amateurness of the shots.