Last night I placed my shovel conveniently outside my back door so I could easily retrieve it today after the snow fall of last night. Although I am a veteran of many Boston blizzards, including the “Blizzard of ’78,” leaving my shovel by the back door was not as good an idea as leaving it in the the mud room would have been. My back door was snowed in and I had to exit my house by the front door and trudge through snow drifts that reached my thighs to get to the back door and my shovel. I did get some nice shots on my journey.
looking out my kitchen window
my back door
my small window
finally my shovel, which I needed to dig out