"Every Picture Tells a Story ... Don't It:" Part VI | Eastern North Carolina Now

The Indescribable Beauty of a Rare Eastern North Carolina Snow Day

    Indescribable? I suppose I will have to resort to our “Every Picture Tells a Story … Don’t It” series to fully make my point. I don’t know if these infrequent snow storms are truly that beautiful, or just the way I have always seen them since I was a small child growing up in a rental bungalow on East Main Street.

    I have always marveled at the slow, soft drift of the lonely snowflake, and I was always so heartened when that lonely flake found a few like minded friends, and made a place for more of their fattening fluffy friends to join in on the fun, and make a freezing fluffy blanket for the soft winter soil.

    I would stand for hours at the frosting wavy glassed panes, and marvel at the continuous drift through the day and the majestic sparkle of the reflective icy facets shimmering like diamonds in the glow of the corner street light. These were wondrous days and thankfully I have passed that sense of wonder of the cleansing snow to my children. We continue to marvel at its beauty, and strangely as a life long southerner of these far eastern flatlands of this original colony, this old southern state, I never tire of the snow.

    And now as we approach this year's Thanksgiving and the days are growing interminably short, my mind drifts to those wonderfully beautiful days. Therefore, here below, I am providing a story in a collection of pictures of the rare snow days of January 20 and 21, 2009 in my home of Washington, North Carolina. It sure was a different day, and I hope I have projected in images my patented sense of wonder gathered upon my spirit those two winter days.

    As the snow falls upon my home, I travel out in my all wheel drive minivan to see what I love - the falling snow. Looking southeast down the Pamlico River from the Washington downtown, and snow swept waterfront: Above. Looking northwest up the the Pamlico River along that same downtown waterfront: Below.



    Click on the map for an extended view of central northeastern North Carolina.

    As the snow continues to fall, we look southeast down the Pamlico River across the rails bridging Jacks Creek: Above. The snow swept Confederate Memorial at Oakdale Cemetery: Below.



    The next morning, I make my rounds to shoot a few snowday shots with the sun casting a beautiful back light upon the fleeting snow cover. The Confederate Memorial is in the background: Above. The blue sky as a backdrop, with the snow blanketed grave stones in the foreground: Below.



    What a difference a day makes. The railway bridge fording Jacks Creek backlit by a warming sun: Above. Another view of that same railway bridge. For some reason that railway trestle seems to be in the many pictures I take in Washington: Below.



    The next morning I return to Washington's Downtown waterfront, and looking southeast down the Pamlico River from the Washington downtown snow swept waterfront: Above. Looking northwest up the the Pamlico River along that same downtown waterfront: Below.



    St. Peters Episcopal Church in downtown Washington from along the cut stone fence on East Main Street: Above. The rear of the church with the old graveyard entombing many of the city's founding fathers. Cecil B. DeMille's grandfather was the rector here for decades. He is also buried in this graveyard.



    Fron behind the cut stone wall, we look toward the rea of the church in bath pictures above and below. Notice the snow laden magnolias and the bark of the broad live oak near the fence.




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