#cities under snow

[now-winter-comes-slowly]

#chinese lantern plant #Physalis alkekengi #lunar new year #chinese new year #snowing #snow #winter windows #cities under snow #lanterns #cosy #art #Maria Kaminskaya

[forsapphics]

Carol (2015) — dir. Todd Haynes // Snapshots (2018) — dir. Melanie Mayron // Lez Bomb (2018) — dir. Jenna Laurenzo // Let It Snow (2019) — dir. Luke Snellin // Season of Love (2019) — dir. Christin Baker // City of Trees (2019) — dir. Alexandra Swarens // A New York Christmas Wedding (2020) — dir. Otoja Abit // Happiest Season (2020) — dir. Clea DuVall // The Christmas Lottery (2020) — dir. Tamika Miller // Every Time a Bell Rings (2021) — dir. Maclain Nelson // Christmas at the Ranch (2021) — dir. Christin Baker // Under the Christmas Tree (2021) — dir. Lisa Rose Snow // Looking for Her (2022) — dir. Alexandra Swarens // Friends & Family Christmas (2023) — dir. Anne Wheeler

#carol #carol 2015 #snapshots #lez bomb #let it snow #season of love #city of trees #a new york christmas wedding #happiest season #the christmas lottery #every time a bell rings #christmas at the ranch #under the christmas tree #looking for her #friends & family christmas #friends and family christmas #wlw #sapphic #romcoms #christmas romcom #happy christmas eve #happy christmas eve sapphics <3

[cityscapes-landscapes]

Milano

#cityscape #beautiful #landscape #city #buildings #under construction #skyscraper #highrise #mountains #valley #snow #clouds #italy

[allanodyne]

I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me

by AllanOdyne

#photographers #photography #original #canon #artists on tumblr #allanodyne #canon 5d mark iii #travel #usa #new york #new york city #nyc #coney island #beach #ocean #water #cold #winter #snow #ice #foot prints #beauty on its own level #portrait #bw #sw #black and white photography #schwarzweiß #blanco y negro #pier #under the pier

[leiazher]

It snowed, a lot, then it thawed, a lot.

And the streets, which had not been plowed at all during the three feet of snow we got, turned into icy slush.

So I grabbed my rubber boots, plopped them on, and walked my dog as usual (he also got to wear boots, but his aren't as waterproof.)

Only, people stared. And then the dog owners I talk to the most remarked on my rubber boots.

"Rubber boots?" And I just, yeah? It's wet outside, might as well wear the footwear specifically designed for "wet outside" conditions, right?

Except... people are so mired in what should be worn when and where that not a single person of the dozens I've encountered ever thought to wear rubber boots when it's slushy outside.

We had three feet of snow melting, people and cars were sinking pretty much, it was so dirty and muddy and slushy. Of course I'm going to wear footwear designed for the conditions.

One old lady asked why I didn't have a good pair of winter boots. I do. I do have a very good pair of winter hiking boots, with ten hole lacing, and I'm not going to bother with that for a ten minute walk when I can just plop my feet into some thick socks and then into my rubber boots. I like my rubber boots. They go almost to my knees, they're stop-sign red, and they have decorative lacing on the top two inches.

My dog's boots are black. I think I'm gonna see if I can find red for him, so we can match. I think that'd be fun. It'd make people smile. It'd make me smile.

Anyways, if you're gonna wear rubber boots in slushy conditions, remember to wear thick socks as well.

#rubber boots #it's the autism #'creative thinking' #snow and slush #it has since frozen again and the streets are a fucking glacier #shifting sheets of ice crackling ominously under tires and feet alike #I hear ambulance sirens every single time I step outside #seven times per day I go out #pup hurt his paws so we can't go more than one block at a time #he's getting better but... yeah... #anyways: city please plow the fucking streets challenge #failed for the eighth year in a row #it's almost as if we don't get snow every fucking winter

[basslinegrave]

thinking about people putting flowers and stuff in ice to hang them out as ornaments, thinking about ling tong making some to hang around his porch for no reason (there is a reason) then remembers one doujin i have that features a frozen flower ornament *insert that last image panel of that guy driving thinking about pengis comic*

#actually more like 🤔😳😏 #and there is a reason so our bamboo is overgrown and it was bent when it snowed so now i have to crouch under it when i go to the garden #and it makes me think of the bamboo forest in dw9 where my main hideout is which i have assigned to ling tong mentally #like thats where he lives. i guess it would make more sense for him and other officers to live within the city walls in this case #but this is so much nicer to think about. so yeah everytime i have to push thru the bamboo leaves i think of that place and him

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

I've been listening to Station To Station so much these days, such a wonderful song

It's just so breathtaking and epic, it doesn't even fit into my brain because it has such a huge sound, I especially love the euphoric transition to "Once there were mountains on mountains...", so beautiful

It's even more epic to listen to it while crossing a bridge and seeing the train tracks far below

(took this photo on my way to school)

Or when you're walking across a train station

(took this photo on my way home)

I would really like to cover this song with someone, maybe with my school's rock band, but it might be too long for them, idk. I really enjoy singing it though, I think it fits my vocal range. I will find a way to cover it somehow, either by myself or with someone else.

#just some music thoughts #David Bowie #thin white duke #station to station #photography #train tracks #it actually doesn't snow here very often #and the snow almost never stays for several days #so these photos are kinda special too #our usual winter is cold white skies and a gray city #and now we've got a white city under bright blue skies #that is quite nice

[iamidentical]

Vancouver in the 80s x

#vancouver #canada #80s #photo #home #home! home! home! #i love my city. sometimes i hate it. #i hate the housing prices and the homelessness and the vpd and the current city hall and the opioid crisis but. #i love my city. #i love little sister's and the seawall and stanley park and the burrard bridge and dressew and vpl and the 14 bus #and the city jester who died and the sulphur mountains across the inlet and the real mountains green above them #and the smell of a burning joint and captain mike tanning at puddle point #and the sex workers' memorial - red light now pink - and the feral rabbits that live in the dunes scampering under the sailboats at jericho #and the skytrain and the mcdonalds across from renfrew station #and the cherry blossoms and the november snow and the fountain in the middle of lost lagoon and the ivy growing on the sylvia hotel #i don't know where to end but i didn't know where to start and this feels good right here. so. #vancouver - K'emk'emeláy̓ - Lhq’á:lets - X̱wáýx̱way - Sen̓áḵw

[freebooter4ever]

So im still exhausted. I keep making dumb mistakes and doing stupid shit like leaving charging cords at work or at home. My coordination is gone, im tripping and knocking into things. My eyes feel sore??? All i want to do anymore is lie down and try to sleep. :/

I think i was running on pure adrenaline last week...and now that 'panic' mode is done my body is paying me back for all the stress. :( i barely slept the entire time i was traveling, i regularly drove for like 10+ hrs on next to no sleep which...yeah. I know. Dangerous. The constant tension of whether or not snow was going to make my next route passable, and worry over keeping other people's schedules. And then to get to my grandparents house and to find out they're not moving till may and the 'end of march' deadline was an arbitrary schedule that didnt actually matter. Im not mad, i cant be mad at them they're moving which is stress enough, im just...mourning my exhaustion and inability to function lol. Had they let me wait even one more month the snow and the insane storms would have been gone.

Anyway, just thinking about that feeling of 'safety' or 'comfort' and how precious a thing it is for me (and my sleep) . After my anxiety started growing worse it takes a LOT for me to feel 'safe' with someone or somewhere. My italian grandparent's house would be one, nick's sister's house would be another. And then my friends house in the mountains of oregon, who are just the kindest, most generous people. The two nights i spent there were literally the only times i slept last week.

Back in the fall of 2018, six months after grandpa died and still unemployed, i helped grandma travel by train to ohio, flew back to seattle, stayed with sanjeev for a week ish, and then started south to los angeles because i literally couldnt think of anywhere else to go. And these friends in oregon - they were off traveling at the time - let me stay in their house for over a week. I was so scared about the future, i was still grieving and feeling like a total ghost, still processing my dad's very friendly comment (when i asked him why he hadn't offered to let me stay in his house after i flew back from ohio) about how if i couldn't afford to house myself i deserved to be homeless.

(honestly that wasn't even the part that bothered me - i knew that about my dad from the time when i was a kid and he would point out homeless people to me and jokingly say 'that will be you as an artist!'. Instead of instilling fear in me though this backfired and all my charity work in high school dealt with homeless shelters lol. But no, the part that bothered me was how he tacked another comment onto the end - that life 'couldn't go back to how it was'. THAT was when i broke down crying in front of him because i think stupid me still genuinely believed that if i moved back to seattle my dad would go back to being my best friend and it'd be us against the world again.)(i saw him for five minutes in sac last week - he refused to even have lunch with us)

Instead in 2018 i was anchorless, emotionally disconnected from reality, and instead of comdemning me like everybody else in my family, my friends were like 'dont worry about it, the house is empty, please use it.' And i did! I was nervous at first. But then i started exploring the area - went to a bunch of state parks out in the middle of nowhere hidden in the high desert. Ended up LOVING one of them and collected those tacky tourist maps and just scribbled all my observations and tips on the best roads to drive/things to do/see onto the margins. And i collected all the brochures and compiled a kind of guide, and left it on the counter just in case my friends hadn't found that particular area to explore yet. And sure enough, they hadn't! To this day they still talk about how happy they were to have all these suggestions and things to see, and how that particular area is now one of their favorite places to visit. So what im saying is that's the only place i got any rest last week. Also those pancakes. I need to make those pancakes.

Anyway i'm just so fucking tired, man. This is the second 'vacation' where i've come back more exhausted than when i left, i think i need to do something differently. (also fuck you dad, five years in LA and not homeless once)

#Journal shit #When i was stuck on the grapevine for two hours #I had a sudden memory of nick and i driving in the dark #See he was new to pittsburgh and by that point i was old hat #After the hell year 2011 i spent most of my free time driving alone around the city trying to get myself lost and unlost in the corners #with the window rolled down and the freezing numbing breeze the only thing that would make the scars on my face feel normal #Like that city is BEAUTIFUL at night #And nick he liked talking in cars #I mean he liked doing other things in cars too but mostly it was the talking #Like deep conversations talking #And since i knew the roads and i had the zippy tiny blue teardrop of a car vs his giant ass truck #I did the driving #And so many times under a street light i would catch him staring at me with a strange face #And i would get all embarrassed and he'd just shrug and say he liked looking at me with that stupid smile of his #No one before or since has ever looked at me like that #I have done road trips with a fair number of people now #But nothing ever like that #Of course i was also looking at him whenever he was driving #He hated the camera so much but the only photos i have of his face are of him driving his truck through the snow in the laurel highlands #Near that one fishing cabin his family used lmao #Im glad being alone gives me more time to spend with friends but sometimes i wish... #NOT with nick god no i have officially given up on that but #Something similar

[mobbothetrue]

i’m struggling to get to sleep a little, so i’m going back over childhood memories and stumbled across one that was almost a one hit KO.

I read a lot as a kid. My parents encouraged this, and got me a lot of books. Enough that, at one point, early in the morning and the only one awake, I was able to cover nearly every square inch of our living room in books. This probably led my parents to the realization that I, perhaps, had too many books, and we should get rid of some.

I was fine with that. I didn’t like to read books twice, you see, because I already knew where they were going and they didn’t entertain me anymore. That’s a philosophy that has changed, somewhat, with age, but that’s besides the point— there were a few books I wanted to keep. Strawberry Shortcake and something to do with mermaids. The few issues of the Beano I had. The Tin Soldier.

My parents boxed up a ton of books, and handed them in to my first grade classroom. Multiple large boxes of books. A comical amount of books. My teacher, Mrs. B, was very appreciative, But.

I don’t remember how this was uncovered. I don’t remember how I realized it, but… the tin soldier had been given away too. I didn’t mention it a paragraph ago, but it was my favourite book. I loved that book. It was about a tin soldier, missing a leg, in love with a princess or a ballerina. He got lost, or dropped, or maybe went on an adventure, I don’t recall, but in the end found his way back to the princess and was happy.

We did look through those boxes. Didn’t find it.

In sixth grade, I moved.

Well— technically, it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade that I moved. Still. In the years between, we never found that book. I had honestly forgotten about it. Sure, I had cried, but I did eventually find other books.

I guess word got around that I was moving. It was… something like the last day of school— not quite the end, but close. I remember snow on the ground, grey and slushy and mostly gone. I was just getting on the school bus to go home when Mrs. B came bustling out of the school.

She caught my backpack handle to get my attention, and I stopped on the steps of the school bus, looking down at her for what may well have been the last time I ever saw her. She had a book in her frail hands. The Tin Soldier.

She had never forgotten. She kept looking for that book. There was an apple sticky note on the front, addressed to me. It said some incredibly kind things, though most of the words are lost to memory. Encourage your creativity, I think, was the gist of it.

I just. Four years. She kept looking for that book for me for four years. I still have it, now, over a decade later. She must have had other, more important things to do. Four years! Where on earth had it been? I still don’t know, can’t imagine what could have possibly happened to it in the interim short of it slipping into a dimensional pocket. I loved that teacher.

#mobbtalks #not really a story with a point I suppose #my parents dd find another copy of the tin soldier for me after accidentally giving mine away #but the art was different and the story was slightly changed #other memories in this cycle include: spending recess stored away in a corner making an entire city out of little wooden blocks #attempting to do so again another recess only to have the teacher assign me as the buddy to the special needs kid. by which I mean she put #him in the same corner as me and told me to look after him #I remember being annoyed at having to share my city but he actually brought some really neat ideas to it #never really interacted again afterwards though. #I hated the teacher who was supposed to look after him though. she was an ass #like one day I came into school smiling and happy and kicked the snow off my boots Onto the Kick Snow Off Your Boots Mat #after like 30-40 other children had already done so- I was in the back of the line #and she came up to me and honest to god went ‘Why are you smiling.’ #so I said ‘today’s my birthday!’ because it was. I was probably turning seven #but that’s just a guess #and she said ‘I don’t care. do you think just because it’s your birthday you can get snow all over? I don’t want you to come to class until #you pick this all up’ and she like gestured at All the Snow tracked in by (again) 30-40 children (a lot of snow) #I remember scooping a couple handfuls outside and then shoving the rest under the mat because I’d be in trouble if I was late to class #went from smiling to tear streaked #… well that’s a sour spot to leave off a post about good memories on #uhhh what else can I recall #I used to get up super early but I’d get up even earlier for Christmas #one year I got up so early. I don’t know how early but I do know it was like WAY earlier than I had ever gotten up before #stared at the tree and the gifts underneath. considered if I could open one (just one!) secretly. decided against because my parents would #be so sad to miss any. stare at tree. stare at tree. vents make weird noise. oh shit the house is haunted and the ghost is gonna get me #ended up on the other side of the house wedges under a lawn chair (???? lawn chair = safety apparently) on top of a vent #(!?? the thing scaring me?!?) #and all three of our cats came out of the woodwork to square up around me. snooks who was honestly just the best no notes 10/10 cat #simba who’d wake me up on other days to beg for pets and then follow me around the house until other people got up #and Missy who Hated me and Hated Children and probably Hated Simba too (but not snooks because snooks was an Angel)

[now-winter-comes-slowly]

How would you like to go for a walk through the snow with Norwegian Forest Cats? Well, I have good news...

#cats #norwegian forest cat #cats in the snow #winter walks #winter #snow #winter landscape #winter woods #pathways #videos #Norsk Skogkatten TV #cities under snow #Youtube

[newtwithinternet]

There is 0°C today

#the air is warm and smells water #the snow feels pleasantly different under the feet #and somewhere it melted down and sunlight shines on the water's surface #damn i almost forgot the spring starts in a week #everything feels so much more vivid just because of this #the city #people #i wish i could go to the forest and look how it feels there #personal #sorry i just like early spring in idiotic way

[cityscapes-landscapes]

Sapporo

#skyline #cityscape #city #beautiful #landscape #buildings #under construction #downtown #mountains #valley #snow #night #cold

[ihophashbrowns]

everyone in my family is getting on my nerves today

#my mom texted me n my brother at like 1 n was like ''be ready by 3:30 we're going shoe shopping once the weather gets better'' #why did she think going shoe shopping in january especially when our city is under another snowstorm warning? ask her not me. #nd then me n my brother sent her screenshots of tge weather conditions n how. tgey literally not gonna get better #nd then she went 'we can go on monday' so then i fell asleep nd took a nap #well. i tried to. my brother was obnoxiously loud while playing his video game nd my moms husband #was talking loudly on his phone directly outside my room so. #nd then when i woke up i went to the bathroom my brither was waiting outside the door trying to #scare me. nd then he yelled boo and told me to get ready nd then i was like ''i thought we were going on monday'' and he was like #''it stopped snowing so we're going now'' and then i went to grab a cup of water nd here go my moms jobless ass #husband yelling at the top of his lungs ''CAN YOU TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE'' kill yourself #he was on the phone with my mom telling her how me nd my brother ''not even ready'' bcuz she was already outside #anyways i did get ready but my brother was outside my door telling me to hurry up gtge whole time #nd we went to the fuckass local mall thats like a 15/20 minute drive from our house.... they didnt even have #1. good shoes 2. shoes that fit #nd my mom was like ''you need to go outside anyway'' as if i was not outside yesterday 😭😭 #doesnt help that im on my period everyone is getting on my last nerves #my mom n my brother are currently in target nd im in the car appreciating the peace #🧁.txt

[mxwhore]

i need to go back to the Antarctic Circle Right Now

#ok i didnt live in the antarctic circle per se but FOR REFERENCE #its fucking may. are you gonna tell me i cant wear a hoodie in fucking may?? because i get cooked alive?? #jesus christ i need a binder #or six months of unadulterated mania under a fiery red sky in a city where the the sun never sets #i miss the snow #and the mountain range that appeared and disappeared as it wanted across the sea #WAAAAA #septiembre en la patagonia x favor diosito escuchame #tessas txt

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Day 3 of being stuck in my house because neither the city or my apartment is making an effort to clear the snow and I don't have the tools to do it myself. I've spent no money in just as long. I've made a blanket. I've almost finished a 500 page book that I was 2 chapters into at the start. My dog is not even entertained by the snow any more. I can only eat freezer pizza so many times more before I simply stop eating. We've never had snow here like this, so I didn't prepare by, say, buying actual food, as I tend to forget I have produce in my fridge. In the past, snow either doesn't stick and is gone by the end of the day or it does stick but is melted by the next afternoon. It's currently 1F outside. My dog has to piss, but won't go outside. She's 10. She has arthritis. This can't be comfortable. I can't go on walks because the snow is above my ankles and it's difficult to walk in. The furthest I've explored is out to the main road about 1/4 of a mile away, and even that was a sheet of ice and snow, despite it being right off a major interstate exit. People I know across town are complaining that their areas are also not cleared. The city is seemingly refusing to utilize the 15 snow plows at their disposal, and all the hillbillies with big lifted trucks who own plows for situations like this appear to be asleep. Only the interstate was salted before this began. The Waffle House on my side of town is closed (granted it's 10 miles off the interstate, but still). I haven't worked in 4 days, meaning I'll only get paid for 2 days this entire week. My boss will not let me use PTO to cover. My boss says we have to return to work tomorrow because we're all done "pretending we're kids having a snow day." It's 1F. I'm on a hill that's almost a 45 degree angle. It's all ice. I can't even walk down it, let alone drive my car to my silly little job. I will not be going anywhere until the sun can melt that away. The high is 27 for the next week. There is no hope of escape.

#snow #snow storm #east coast #usa #america #tn #tennessee #i live in a big fucking city too. and this is how we're treated. #there's seemingly no effort being made by anyone to clear this shit. #i went out with a fucking dust pan trying to clear snow yesterday because i was supposed to have a tattoo done today #it's super ineffective. got my part of the sidewalk done in 30 minutes. it's all ice under the snow. #my car has all wheel drive. trying to leave results in my just spinning sideways. #i hate being cooped up. any time i can't leave someplace of my own accord i feel like I'm losing my mind. #ptsd flashbacks to my childhood kind of shit. zero hope kind of shit. feeling like I'm trapped kind of shit. #about to try to walk my ass to the campus McDonald's just to feel alive again. it's only 6 miles round trip along massive hills. #i just can't be stuck inside for another fucking day. I'm losing it.