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.