Photo of the Day: Stopping by a Bus Shelter on a Snowy Morning

One of Robert Frost’s (great name in relation to today!) most famous poems was “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” I wonder how his verses might have come out if his subject matter had been mine this morning: the view from a bus stop a couple of minutes from my home in Englewood, NJ?

This scene looks—in its way, from a safe distance—lovely. But negotiating the descending snow, then the resulting slush and ice—shoveling it, tiptoeing around the stuff on the way to and from work—is, not to put too fine a point on it, brutal, the furthest thing from lyrical that I can imagine at the moment.