A view of the the Boston Public Garden on the day after Thanksgiving.
We had a rather unusual but wonderful Thanksgiving. We awoke to six inches of heavy wet snow that had knocked out our internet and television cable. An independent adult alternative radio station playing acoustic covers became the soundtrack for our day. After spending a bit of time taking the photos you see here, we set ourselves to clearing the driveway and removing downed tree limbs. While that might dampen some peoples’ holiday, we never mind a bit of outside work with the chainsaw and snow blower. While it was snowy, it was not especially cold. (Though, I could have done without the trees dropping snow on my head at random intervals.) To us snow marks the end of bear season, so we hung all of our bird feeders.
Between tasks, we started cooking our turkey dinner. By mid-afternoon, we had a wonderful meal with some nice wine. After, we sat by the fire, listening to music, editing photos, playing games and reading.
This may be my favorite Thanksgiving ever.
A bit of a departure today as I’ve not had a chance to get out to take any photos in the past couple of weeks. This is part of a collection of photos I inherited from my grandfather. He was in basic training about a year before the US entered WWII and someone must have had a Kodak Brownie camera or something like it. They’re surprisingly good for snapshots. Even the skewed photo at the bottom does a great job of capturing a moment. I always enjoy these photos because of their distinctively retro appearance, they era that they depict and the spirit they capture of these young men.