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Long Island Snow Storm
March 2, 2009

Long Island doesn't get a lot of snow like this, but every 3 or 4 years we'll get a good snow storm that just stops everything. This one dumped 14 inches on us and really messed things up. The roads were terrible, kids got the day off from school, and many businesses closed.

There's nothing like a good snow. Yes, it cancels plans, causes accidents, and can be a major inconvenience, but the beauty, wonder and excitement a good storm brings makes me feel like a kid again.

Emerson described the feeling best in his poem "The Snow-Storm."

Here is the complete poem along with some pictures sent to me by friends across Long Island:

The Snow-Storm
by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight:

snow covered street
A snow covered street. Photo and © Barbara Levy, author of Life Around Levittown.

The whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.

table covered with snow
I love the waffle pattern... Photo and © by photographer Alida Thorpe.

The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

snow covered handrail
5:19AM: This is the first thing I saw when I got up the morning of the storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.

air conditioner covered with snow
Do you see the irony here?

Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;

The wind blew these icicles sideways as they were forming.

A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and at the gate
A tapering turret overtops the work. 

sand on a snow covered street
Secatogue Avenue in Farmingdale, Long Island. Sand spread across this road gives it a rustic, almost farm like feel. Photo and © Diana Faria of Long Island Daily Photo.

And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.

I love that last line "The frolic architecture of the snow."

On with more pictures...

A lot of Long Islanders where doing this...

birds and birdfeeder
And a lot of birds were doing this.

country road covered in snow
I went for a drive.

snow men
A family out enjoying the snow. Photo and © Alida Thorpe.

So there you have it. A poem and pictures of a late winter snow storm on Long Island.

Special thanks to Alida Thorpe, Diana Faria, and Barbara Levy for sharing their photos with me.

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