The icicles

That grew go twelve hours.

Blizzard.

It hurts, on a clear day you'd be able to see much much further.

The ice sheet over my awning.

I had to put a support over it one of the supports started to crack.

1st St NE no my way to union.

I finally left my little rat hole for actual sunlight and people.

Photoshop?

Or just Maggie?

Beginning of the blizzard O'ten

Looking towards the Nat'l archives.

Contemplation.

During the blizzard.

Maggie, go contemplation.

Over a woman eatin a sundae alone with her magazines.

A gargoyle

Vomiting ice.