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Amy photographs an Eat the City bunny on a map at the Forest Hills T stop and wonders what the deal is:

I've spotted this hungry bunny in a few places around Boston. I don't know what "eat the city" means, really, but it's a satisfying phrase no matter what your mood.

Sandy snaps a photo of the killer icicle that broke free from her Northboro condo's roofs moments after it plummeted to the ground, smashing her barbecue grill into bits and making her glad it was too cold to be outside cooking a steak.

Beech Street, Roslindale.

I took some more snow pictures, but really, how many more of those can you bear? So instead, the above is what you see when you sit in the window seat at Golden House, a Chinese take-out place on Washington Street in Roslindale.

Needham Street in Dedham.

Pow! Dare we suggest it will finally make people shut up about the Blizzard of '78? Oh, and all hail our newspaper guy - we actually had a paper this morning.

More photos from our Roslindale block

RIP David Nyhan, who apparently died this morning while shoveling snow.

John takes dramatic photos of ocean flooding in Marshfield's Brant Rock:

... It was nasty. I couldn't even get near the seawall due to the flooding and the stinging, wind driven ocean spray. And, I had to get out of the area altogether before I got trapped by the water that was rising in the streets. ...

Carpundit photographs a snowmobile racing down Beacon Street in the Back Bay.

Michael reports on his trek from Park Square to home in Brookline on the T:

... Nomi and I looked out on a beautiful snowy wonderland as the C train ascended from Kenmore Square onto Beacon Street. We saw that some sidewalks had been cleared, but the huge piles of snow between the plowed streets and the sidewalks made it difficult to see just how many sidewalks were clear. ...

Cynthia turns into Shovelwoman:

Yes I live with three healthy men and *I* and I alone did all the shoveling this morning. My walk and the neighbor's. Thought I'd help those Irish blokes find a way out. (Yes, four healthy Irish men next door too and they haven't shoveled either.) ...

Jo also shovels alone (after taking some photos from inside her house):

Husband, please come home, you are so NEVER allowed to leave the country without me again.

Amy builds a snowfort and gets a snowburn.

Tim fires up the snowblower:

... Right after breakfast, during a lull in the storm, I got the snowblower out and cleared the driveway, and it was a good thing—more than a few drifts had crested above the top of the snowblower mouth, and I had to really get creative to clear out the driveway entrance. (And, of course, when I had just put the snowblower away, the plow came back and I had to go and shovel again.) ...

It's too late for Mimi, though - the drifts are now higher than her snowblower.

Jeff is thankful his porch's sliding glass doors held.

Smeg digs a path for his pugs. Just long enough for them to take care of business.

Comm Ave. provides further proof that Channel 7 sucks - a reporter flags down a car to ask the driver why he's driving around and then, after the guy said he was trying to find Beth Israel where his son had just been airlifted:

THE REPORTER TOLD HIM TO WAIT UNTIL HE FINISHED HIS BROADCAST and would then give him directions. The panicked father obviously just drove off. He couldn't send it back to the studio right away and give the poor guy directions?

So how much snow did we get? Karl reports:

Now the city is whiter than the crowd at a Celine Dion concert.

See why Susannah's husband exclaimed: Holy crap it's up to his waist!

Ezra takes a bunch of blizzard photos.

B.K. shows the scene in Salem.

Ever wonder what a snow-covered Beetle looks like? Kate shows you.

Hey, it snowed on Jan. 22, 1840, too.

Kathleen discusses futility:

Last night at 10:00pm I heard one of my neighbors out with is snow blower clearing his walk and driveway. I look at his house this morning when the wind dies down and it is no different than any of the other houses that didn't try to make a little headway in their shoveling. ... I did get to watch a Hummer spin out which was fun. They had to get out and remove the car from the snow bank it came to rest it. By the time they finished they were covered in the snow that the wind was whipping around. ...

Starstream knows how to deal:

We now sit here on Sunday morning drinking coffee, and getting ready to make a full brunch for two, mimosas included. That is what you do when it shits-down snow. Stay in until the streets clear, or at least the snow stops - which is has not - and wait. We have food, booze and entertainment - I feel some yatzee with house rules coming on - we play with special 6s. ...

She also takes photos.

Domenico also knows how to deal:

... After shoveling off the back deck, we pulled out the grill and I cooked up a steak. It went well with a spicy Italian broccoli rabe side dish and some nice hot chocolate made from scratch. ...

Snow, snow, snow

Trevor posts photos that suggest he might not be going on a scheduled bike ride this afternoon.

Lisa plots out her neighborhood cross-country ski route

Angela succumbs to cabin fever:

Kristina and I already watched two movies and consumed half a cheesecake. Every so often, we open up the front door and "ooo" and "awe" at the amount of snow blanketing our street.

And, of course, no blizzard would be complete without a Blizzard of '78 comparison - check out Sonia's family photo from that storm.

Trevor posts photos that suggest he might not be going on a scheduled bike ride this afternoon.

Lisa plots out her neighborhood cross-country ski route

Angela succumbs to cabin fever:

Kristina and I already watched two movies and consumed half a cheesecake. Every so often, we open up the front door and "ooo" and "awe" at the amount of snow blanketing our street.

And, of course, no blizzard would be complete without a Blizzard of '78 comparison - check out Sonia's family photo from that storm.

The view from our front porch in Roslindale around 11 p.m.

Carpundit ambles about the Back Bay and takes snow photos, walks up the Commonwealth Avenue mall, praises Boston for its snowplowing and marvels at how people got their cars off major arteries:

Beacon street is as empty as I've seen it since the April (?) 2003 anti-war march.

Michael is wandering around Cambridge with a camera.

Peter is also snowblogging, up in Beverly:

Update at 9:30 PM
The temperature outside is 23.5F. There are 3.5 inches of fresh snow on our back door step, and I had shoveled away about 2.0 inches previously today, so that's about 5.5 inches total thus far. ... Our friends chickened out and didn't want to drive all the way to Danvers to see a movie, so instead we all watched Spy Game on DVD here and had dinner at Siam Delight. It's all good.

Ol' Mr. Boston snaps the snow by the Mother Church. He has plenty more Boston snow photos - just follow the links on the right.

Looking south from Millennium Park in West Roxbury around 11:30 this morning.

Steve's posted several photos of the First Baptist Church in Jamaica Plain after yesterday's fire.

We were driving down Centre Street in West Roxbury this afternoon, headed toward Dedham, when I looked up and saw one of those optical illusions that make you think you live in Colorado - low-lying clouds that looked like a mountain range. "Hey, look at that," I said to Greta, "Don't those clouds look like mountains?"

Of course, being six, she hasn't learned yet to meekly accept adult pronouncements (and here's hoping she never does): "How do you know they're NOT mountains?" Um, because I just know there aren't any mountains in Dedham, I told her, but somehow, that just didn't seem like the right answer - there SHOULD be mountains there!

The Forest Hills overpass at Hyde Park Avenue.

Ana requests that somebody not stuck in an office take some fog photos:

... It is absolutely amazing out there. Fresh Pond is a wall of white smoke.

Beth also wishes for a camera:

... The fog has been hanging around all day, making the view from the windows at work -- usually a harsh and angular one framed by the hospitals and labs -- almost pretty.

Fondofelves comes to the rescue, offering up three fog photos. Bri risks dismemberment to capture a commuter-rail train slicing through the fog. John takes a series of fog photos across the city.

Sonia, meanwhile, wonders what happened to those near-record-high temps the weatherfolks promised us:

I feel ripped off that it's not 60 degrees today.

Update: Ana went out at lunchtime and got some nice shots of trees in the fog.