Sitting at my window watching the recent blizzard dump over two feet of snow on Arlington, Va., I found myself in a familiar internal debate; venture out while it is still snowing or wait until it has stopped.
This time, I waited for it to stop, mostly because it really was a blizzard, or as you may better know it as, "Snowzilla," which in my neighborhood started at 1 p.m. Friday and didn't stop until 11 p.m. Saturday. It wasn't until Sunday mid-morning that I dragged myself out of the apartment in order to photograph the aftermath.