I thought it would be a curious thing to try and see how far back in time I could go...on my computer that is, not in actuality, though this movie made me a believer, while also furthering my snarky lady crush on Aubrey Plaza]. Also not to be forgotten in the quest for the truths of time travel, is the ever enigmatic Donnie Darko, starring my future hubby. Just in case you feel like being the ultimate DD nerd, check this out.
Enough about time travel, and back to the start of this digression- photos! Well, I was able to go as far as six years back with this trio of photos, taken January 11th, 2008. At this time, I was a student teacher for a fourth grade class at a Boston public elementary school. It was a Friday, and a snowy one at that. Of course, being BPS, school was not canceled, so naturally, we went to work and spent most of the school day outside playing in the snow, because any teacher knows attention spans go out the door when there's snow to be played in! I vaguely remember rolling down a rather steep hill with a few of my kids, since that's what you do when you've forgotten your sled at home, of course.
I realized as I was looking over these photos, that the kids I taught in 2007-2008 are SIXTEEN NOW! That's terrifying. Some might be SEVENTEEN. I feel infinitely older now.
I must have been going through a 'black and white iz AWESOME' phase, since I have quite a few bnw's from this period. I actually love a snowy black and white shot. The kids look as though they're walking on air, and the trees have this idyllic quality to them.
Being a child of the north, I grew up building forts and igloos [usually ones that could fit two to three of us at a time- we didn't mess around in NYC] in a blizzard. Most of my childhood birthdays revolved around snow, worrying whether or not my birthday party would get canceled because of a foot or two of the white stuff [mind you, my birthday is in mid-March...weather is weird].
By the time I graduated college, and survived four years of snow and freezing rain in Boston, I was ready for a change of climate and scenery. Atlanta fit the bill, and it really never [other than the Snowpocalypse of 2011] snows here. But pictures like these from my days in Boston get me entirely too nostalgic for that perfect snowy day.