A piece of the cathedral next to the university where I had classes. No joke, our department was in a former female monastery.




I wanted to capture just how long my shadow was when I left university at 3:30 and the sun was already hovering near the horizon on one of those short winter days. I also wanted to show how high the snow was stacked. I'm not sure either comes across in the photo, but... you know.




I was actually disappointed by the quantity of icicles during winter. "Beware the icicles," they told me. "Another person died an icicle-related death today," they told me. "You are lucky if you have an overhang that you can stand under while you dig for your keys, because I don't and I always fear I will be struck down by an icicle while trying to get into my building."
...But there was really only one or two brief periods of icicle-age all winter. I had one hanging out above/in front of my window for a while that I kept meaning to photograph, but I dallied and the roof-cleaners came and knocked it down and that was that. This photo is from the second, less epic incidence of icicles, and it's at the university main campus.




I got a surprisingly small number of shots of the river all snowed over like this. It was an odd thing to see the first time, to look over and have this jagged white landscape where the river had been before.






I have a number of these longish-exposure, blurry bar shots coming up. So get ready for that shit.