accomplishedWe did, however, make use of the weekend, adding more items to our baby registry, making reservations for Valentine's Day (provided we don't get socked with more snow), and redesigning my portfolio page. Not to mention me sorting through all the piled-up mail and doing some laundry. All this while 22 inches fell on the streets outside our rowhouse in the Philadelphia suburbs.
On Sunday, after the snow stopped, I ventured out to take some photos of the storm the blogosphere dubbed Snowpocalypse II.
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A bicycle is almost completely buried in snow.
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Icicles dangle from a roof.
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Una is dwarfed by a snow pile.
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A dining room chair marks a shoveled parking space.
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Una prances like a lively pony through belly-high snow.
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Snow caps a stone cross at the local Catholic church.
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Snow forms a ridge on a tree branch.
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A snowy street, lined with snow ridges.
Moral:
When you can't go anywhere, you get more done.
