“It was so cold this morning, I saw a chicken with a capon.”
Carl deSuze, WBZ-AM radio morning drive time DJ some morning when my mother was driving me to school.
Winter finally arrived this week on the East Coast, but all we have in NYC is cold and wind. It was somewhere between 10-14 this morning. Not a drop of snow though.
The look of the Union Square Greenmarket changes significantly in this weather.
A bit early for me
Organic Vegetables under plastic
To cover and heat or to hang with nature?
I know we forgot something
It has actually below freezing for 24 straight hours…what will they think of next?
People at the Columbia Greenmarket knew how to handle it.
There are no facts, only interpretations. ~Friedrich Nietzsche
Temperature at 2:30pm 35 degrees/Wind 7 mph
It was a beautiful day. A good day just to sit and watch and have a little picnic as the river flowed by.
Are you really sure that a floor can’t also be a ceiling? ~M.C. Escher
“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.”
Today, for the first time since March, I wished I had put my gloves in my camera bag…
So, the first cold of the season. Very bad timing for this for a lot of reasons. Nothing to be done.
The only issue really, other than trying to make sure no one else in the house gets this…neither A or K are in a good place to be sick right now…is to river or not to river. After a short but vigorous debate, sensible lost out to committed and so I went. Didn’t stay long but I went…hope it is gone by tomorrow.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire
-Pamela Hansford Johnson
I took this image this morning not knowing how appropriate it would seem after watching Patrick Stewart and Kate Fleetwood play the Macbeths in Rupert Goold’s filmed adaptation of the 2008 stage production of Macbeth which has just been released on Netflix and DVD. Macbeth -PBS The interpretation is very much focused on the internal needs and lives of the leads and the bitter coldness and power of their imaginations and the society they create. Both performances are extraordinary as are the performances of most of the supporting players, especially Christopher Patrick Nolan as the Porter, Michael Feast as Macduff, and Martin Turner as Banquo, and I cannot recommend this film enough.
Ah, okay boss, but what does this have to do with the Quotidian Hudson? The power of the mind. Yesterday was a lovely, spring like day. Today was very February. It was not a special day, cold but nothing extreme, windy but not excessive. We have had many worse days as recently as last week but everyone on the river was grim. The runners looked pained, the dog walkers (but not the dogs) looked unhappy and were complaining.
Why? Well, I would suggest it is because we are human beings, we are very adept at adapting and utterly brilliant at developing false ideas. I can’t tell you how many people told me yesterday that it could hit 60 degrees on Friday and so…it only stands to reason that if it is 56 on Monday and will be 60 on Friday then all the days in between must be similar and indeed, (Hosanna!) winter is gone! No more freezing days, no more ice on the path. Why? My mind has decreed it so!
Damn it was cold today. You would think it was winter. I had planned on touring the Greenpeace Boat at Chelsea Piers but it was not open to the public. I will go tomorrow.
In the 13 years that I have visited the 108th Street sledding hill I have never seen so many kids sledding and such great snowman making snow. 19″ of snow followed by a clear day can do that. It was cold, the river was extremely icy, but it was party time!
It was very cold. It was very cold. It was the coldest night of the winter and the wind was blowing so, what better thing to do than go all the way to the tip of Manhattan to where the Hudson meets the harbor and watch the Cunard Lines 3 big ships come down the Hudson and into a fireworks display over the Statue of Liberty. Did I mention it was cold and I dropped my lens cap into a snow bank? My fingers felt warmer in the snow than they did in the air.