There was this giant snow pile on Eddy Street, then I went to Kennedy Plaza, then I got coffee.
Yellow jackets!
Eyewitness News
Not very successful attempt at a self-photo to show snow depth, it was above my knees. (I don’t know what I’m pointing at).
What grass!?
Mark Searles looks pleased with himself.
I’m not usually a Starbucks person but, thank goodness they were open.
Next up, back to Federal Hill via Broadway.
Some of these pictures are mind boggling. They remind me of this photo book I have of the flooding in 1938 (I believe). Most of them are from the financial district. Seeing a city buried like that changes the way you view the architecture and the city planning involved downtown. Thanks for the photos!