Toto, we’re not in Sussex

Last week my daughter and I were back in New England visiting family and friends. Coming from a snow-less Sussex, we had our fingers crossed for some of that cold white stuff that we missed so much. On our last morning we woke to this – the neighbourhood transformed overnight into a soft icy world lit by a bright winter sun.

I find it interesting to think about details that specify place. It is often only with distance that they are noticeable. This fence, the mailbox, the architecture and the quality of light, not to mention the snow – they are completely commonplace in Boston. It is only because I have been in the UK for half my life that they become symbolic of a place I lived years ago. More landscape photos can be found here.