Thursday, February 28, 2013
New York Life
I'm really ready for winter to be over. I'd just like a day where I don't fear frostbite or pneumonia if I somehow forget my gloves or my hat. Yet for all my complaining New York can be beautiful in the winter. On this particular afternoon it was raining and I asked my friend to hold my umbrella as we waited to cross Park Avenue in midtown. I was already wet and then for good measure a cab splashed a lovely, filthy puddle all over me. I kept shooting unfazed and not at all surprised at my luck while my friend, not a New Yorker, laughed at me. That's the thing about New York, you're having a great afternoon and then it rains and you're annoyed, and then you see something beautiful and you're inspired and happy again, and then you get wet and you're annoyed again, and then you move on to the next thing. I guess that pretty much sums up life too, no?