Here are some pictures of my home town East Setauket. Not Stony Brook, strictly speaking, but close enough.
Fiddle dee dee... Just stepping out for a walk in the snow.
It's nice to see stone architecture.
Don't go this way if you're planning to run into a different street.
Stone and snow, heaped upon each other like layers of cake.
Ours is not the only nice house in East Setauket.
A wooden house.
Sunset in the snow.
Another house in the snow.
Old-fashioned fence.
Snowscape.
The pines guard the road like soldiers at attention.
Even a blizzard wouldn't stop the mailman.
I think this may be the duck pond that Holden Caulfield saw.
This one's dedicated to my friend Jennifer Wang back in California. She likes to walk.
Blow, blow thou winter wind / Thou art now so unkind as man's ingratitude...
Here are three different textures of water.
By the church there's a graveyard where a battle was fought.
No need to fear. Peaceful rest is found here.
Mrs. Wells died in 1862.
Three tombs in the snow.
Graveyard in the snow.