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If we lived inside a snow globe: blizzard '11 photo diary


The St. Louis metropolitan area has experienced some of the most talked about weather since the blizzard in 1982. But I'm reminded that one of the funniest memories of this winter snowstorm inevitably comes from seeing me Carrie Bradshaw-gallivant in vintage fur and pajama pants through sleet and snow trying to capture every whimsical moment. In fact, the quote of the night was, "Kinda looks like we're vacationing in Narnia." And it really did.
Watching the steady snowfall seemed to play homage to every Norman Rockwell painting I'd ever seen and the entire thing was starting to feel as if I lived inside a snow globe. It wasn't long until Governor Jay Nixon declared a state of emergency and subsequently activated the Missouri National Guard in preparation of this severe weather. While we were fortunate enough to bypass the remarkable 22" snow approximates, we did, however, see towering snowdrifts, several inches of layered ice, and wind gust so commanding that I'll end up driving to The Home Depot to buy a new mailbox... since mine is now lounging in the frozen driveway.

Comments

ediot said…
great shots babe! thanks for sharing
hope you're having a good week. man i long for summer!

x
SAMANTHA said…
these photos are amazing, soo good. the pup is too cute :)

xx
www.dragonnfruit.com
Anonymous said…
AWESOME AWESOME POST BELLA!!!I keep going back to look at all the pics. haha

Kisses
Elizabeth said…
I'm guessing you've got my email! But i'll say it again, your blog is beautiful! yey!

These photos are so adorable, especially the dogs :)

Yours, Elizabeth.
www.misselizabethgracie.blogspot.com
Very cold looking pics but interesting!


Toya

x
Very cold looking pics but interesting!


Toya

x
Marissa said…
So many things to admire here, Bella! And your art looks so amazing. You have a lot of talent.
Alex said…
I love these, girlfriend!! These second shot is awesome. Everything's awesome. Love the Winkle and Chloeation Nation pictures, and of course the boyfriend-related pictures. And I'm a big fan of the third-from-the-end B&W. Wish we could cuddle up right now!
Joni said…
im in a blizzard to. fucking insane.

xox come visit!
jeanine romo said…
Amazing pics, Bella! Love the ballet flats :)

xx,
Jeanine
Great set, makes me want to go on an adventure.
Ivy said…
Like your photographies! Are you studying art? Nice artwork! (:

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