Once again we are being pounded by a winter storm here in the northeast U.S. For all my belly aching about the cold and wet and general annoyingness of a winter storm, I look outside and it is so beautiful. It becomes eerily quiet in the city when it snows. This morning there was no sound outside other than the occasional "woosh" of a car down the street - it was so subtle that unless you were really listening, you couldn't really hear it. We live near a school and usually the sound of the kids playing and yelling and laughing below comes through the windows even though we are on the top floor. School was closed today and no one came out to play.
Yesterday I ventured out into the storm when it had just started. Already there was a blanket of white in Madison Square Park. I left early in the morning and wore the wrong shoes not thinking I would get caught in the madness of the storm. I was wrong but I didn't mind. At five-plus months pregnant I made my way through the park because I had my camera and I just couldn't help it. I broke my own rule of leaving the camera at home because my back hurts too much to carry it all the time - something inside me, maybe not just my will but my girl pushing me and supporting me and egging me, made me do it.
Here are some of the photos that I captured. First I was uptown on Park Avenue for an appointment and then I took the subway back down closer to home. By the time I made it back to my apartment I was soaked but it was nothing some pizza and a warm nap on the couch couldn't fix.
Stay tuned for more in color and in black and white next week.
Radiohead - Karma Police