Bellevue Avenue’s charms are many, but its magical winter side is somewhat a well-kept secret. The soft, powdery snow of January 7th started at nine in the morning and continued past midnight even as we were departing the Clarke Cooke House, high winds whistling across the wharf and shooing us on our way. The anticipated three to six inches had turned into twelve to fourteen inches!

That morning, I had captured some of my favorite details along this famous two-mile avenue, now dressed in winter white. What a luscious contrast to the flowering vines and emerald lawns of summer.

From the elegant wrought iron gates of storied mansions to the whimsical camel topiaries at Doris Duke’s Rough Point, Bellevue Avenue proves once again worthy of its moniker as being, “…among the most important historic districts in the country, particularly for its outstanding architecture and those who dwelled within, assuring the Avenue its place of importance in late nineteenth-century American history.”

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…