Our lumbering nor’easter finally departed without a goodbye sometime last night after two days of blowing fat snowflakes in every direction.
The storm’s moody presence at times seemed to absorb all sound and color and make me feel like I was watching an old, silent black-and-white Downeast documentary, until the plow showed up:
(Images taken [in color] in Brooklin, Maine, on March 15, 2023.)