I lived the first twenty-two years of my life on the East Coast, most of that in New Jersey, and never had a White Christmas. I saw plenty of snow for sure, way more than you can shake a shovel at, but never on the one day when snow makes the most sense, even if you're not a Bing Crosby fan.
Well, Christmas 2010 can now officially be archived as my first, and hopefully not my last, White Christmas. Albeit just barely.
I'm currently visiting my mom in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, where I've spent nearly every holiday season since moving to Los Angeles in 1998. When it started snowing on Christmas Day, two days ago, it waited until around nine or ten o'clock at night. Okay so I didn't wake up to feathery snowfall on Christmas morning like the Hallmark commercials promise, but strictly speaking it did snow on December 25. I went outside to snap a few photos with my Blackjack 2 cell phone. This thing takes great photos in daylight, but in dimmer settings, since it doesn't have a flash, the images aren't that great.
The next morning was better, both in terms of lighting as well as the photo ops. The view out my mom's balcony was like a postcard.
Here are the photos from Christmas night as the snow began to fall.
Here are a few more images. We went to the North Carolina Museum of Art for an exhibition on Norman Rockwell. On a separate day we made the obligatory trip to Bailey's to watch the Redskins lose.
Well, Christmas 2010 can now officially be archived as my first, and hopefully not my last, White Christmas. Albeit just barely.
I'm currently visiting my mom in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, where I've spent nearly every holiday season since moving to Los Angeles in 1998. When it started snowing on Christmas Day, two days ago, it waited until around nine or ten o'clock at night. Okay so I didn't wake up to feathery snowfall on Christmas morning like the Hallmark commercials promise, but strictly speaking it did snow on December 25. I went outside to snap a few photos with my Blackjack 2 cell phone. This thing takes great photos in daylight, but in dimmer settings, since it doesn't have a flash, the images aren't that great.
The next morning was better, both in terms of lighting as well as the photo ops. The view out my mom's balcony was like a postcard.
Here are the photos from Christmas night as the snow began to fall.
Here are a few more images. We went to the North Carolina Museum of Art for an exhibition on Norman Rockwell. On a separate day we made the obligatory trip to Bailey's to watch the Redskins lose.
