When I worked in downtown Boston, on nice days I would often go and eat lunch with the Franklins at the Granary. Although often overrun by tourists, it's one of the rare patches of serene open space to be found in the business district. While this was a very nice day, it was not a day for eating lunch outdoors.

In April of 1997, Boston got hit by a huge and unseasonable blizzard, shutting the city down for the day. Having been winter-deprived as a kid, and given that I didn't own a car or a walk that needed shoveling, I was thrilled by the snow and spent the day wandering around taking pictures.

The Granary is the third oldest cemetery in Boston proper, dating to the 1660s. Some noteworthy people are there. The gate dates from the 19th Century, and is a great example of the Victorian fashion for neo-Egyptian funerary architecture. Cemetery iconography is something of a totally unsurprising interest of mine; the things on either side of the gate, for example, are torches burning upside down. I don't currently admit to having any tattoos, but if I was going to get one, it would almost certainly be another cemetery image: a winged hourglass. Tempus fugit.