We interrupt the regularly scheduled broadcast of Chicago travel posts to give you an update on Winter Storm Thor currently transpiring in parts of the Midwest and Northeast United States. The following pictures were captured in the Chestnut Hill neighborhood of Philadelphia.
Here, we come upon the door of a church a few blocks from my home. The bright red and blue colors of the door and overhang both seem to pop against the drab, grey surroundings.
There’s a certain cruel beauty and eerie silence that transpires during snowstorms. For a few moments, until the next snowplow drives by, the only sounds are of falling snowflakes, my own rhythmic breathing, and the snap of the shutter as I capture this picture.
The buses are running today. Impressive!
A well-bundled gentleman shovels snow from a sidewalk in front of the Chestnut Hill Hotel.
Historic Philadelphia is tucked beneath a cold, wet blanket of snow — hopefully the last one as we approach spring.
I affixed these snowmen decals to my front door in early December, but I suspect they’ve felt a little out-of-place until today.
Oh, rickety, rusty wire-rimmed fence. You’re so picturesque all covered in snow. Shhhhhh . . . I know, I know: you’re inanimate and you’ll never be able to understand these words.
You don’t say?
Welcome to the 215.
A little splash of color brightens up a dark, cold afternoon.
Now, time for some hot tea. Thanks for joining me on this Thirsty Thorsday!