"Every Picture Tells a Story ... Don't It:" Part VII | Eastern North Carolina Now

     It is a rarity indeed when we get a four plus inch snow in eastern North Carolina. On this February 12, Friday, at 10 pm, the moderate snow started falling and continued in light flurries until about 11:00 am.

     With the bread all but gone on the grocery shelves, and the uncommon fluffy snow transforming our mundane winter's day into a winter wonderland, I made a few pictures which I will share with you here below as my testimony that rare beauty of my world bathed in snow.

     In the flurries on the following morning, I look down the low hill, in this very low land, toward the duck pond in my front yard: Above. The fluffy snow adorning the young magnolia tree, and azelea bushes, and the many cypress trees leading down to the pond: Below.



     Old Darla plodding upon the snow covered bricks along the front of my house: Above. The snow ladened nadina berries that grow in abundance: Below.



     The fluffy snow piled upon the crepe myrtles that, only two weeks earlier bore the weight of the heavy ice of an uncommon ice storm. The snow swept West Second Street, with the recently renovated old Tayloe Hospital, which was renovated into condominiums and townhomes, connecting West Second with West Main Street: Below.



    Washington's Historic District takes on a new look under a fresh coating of snow: Above. The curious and cold seagull takes a gander at the photographer as he perches atop one of the pilings along Washington's Harbor District: Below



    The gulls huddle together, as is their nature, for societal campanionship, or just to stay warm along the docks that ring the narrowest point of the Pamlico River: Above. Looking south east toward the tressel and the snow swept Castle Island from the walking trail along Washington's Harbor District: Below.



    That same mornining, but about 1 1/2 hours later, we look back toward the pond: Above and below. The last image at the bottom of the article is a look at the pond on the next morning after some melting and then a very cold night when the mercury dipped to 22 degrees Fahrenheit.




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