With a forecast of snow most photographers in the Mid-Atlantic - remind me to research who decided Virginia should be in a region that sounds like it is close to the Canary Islands - a rush of images start to march through that viewfinder in our mind - monuments artfully enveloped in snow and soft light, snow covered streets leading to the White House or Capitol, a solitary walker with a red umbrella of course, horse in a snow covered pasture, trees wrapped in snow, etc. All day Friday that digital imagination we all carry around was working overtime as it became clearer that this was not just another overhyped weather event that would make the usual right turn to head some place else.
Reality on Saturday morning confirmed not only that the snow was here, and would be here for hours, but that the only images most people were going to take would have to be in walking distance of where they slept on Friday night. All the jokes aside, and mostly deserved, about how no one in Washington knows how to drive or clear snow, this was one big, continuing snowfall that dumped between 16 and 24 inches of snow on the area with winds that moved it around like blowing sand.




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