I just returned from 4 weeks in frigid Boston. I had the pleasure(?) of being reminded what 0-degree temperatures and wind-driven sleet feel like. Can’t say that I am eager to return for another winter. However, I must admit that the cold nights and white landscapes can produce some beautiful scenery. Here is a shot of the famous Frog Pond that I captured while traversing Boston Common on my way to South Station, on my way to catch a train.
Boston Common