Quiet night
During the first significant snowfall since I moved here, I donned a hat and scarf and wore a heavy wool coat and ventured into the drifting snow around 8 p.m., curious to see what downtown Newburyport looked like at night in the snow. There were a few other people out, a couple restaurants and bars open, but otherwise the streets were reserved for numerous snow plows of all sizes and shapes.
I jaunted down to the river, following a trail of earlier footsteps only half-buried by later snow, and shot this picture looking east along the boardwalk, next to the Merrimack River:
Maybe because it was so dark out or because there was a lot of snowfall, but it appeared as if Plum Island was completely dark. Power failure?
