Had to go down to Chelsea this afternoon. This greeted me as I got off the subway.
Talk about your scofflaws.
Since I was down there I went to visit my old friend, Pier 54.
Deterioration continues apace. I am breaking several photographic rules in this picture but I like it.
Ailsa was so excited to see the sun in Seattle for a few minutes that she picked a theme of yellow. Despite an overwhelming amount in the neighborhood and the plumbing at the SO(S)chi Olympics I decided to pass on yellow snow. NBC would just whitewash it anyway. Then I thought of the yellow ferries operated by NY Water Taxi (I have LOTS of shots of them) but Vlad over at Wind Against Current, beat me to that. So off to the streets go I.
My yellow tells a sad tale that I fear was not resolved in a positive way. I have better pictures of this but none of them have the old gentleman in them (I didn’t notice him when I was shooting – I know, my bad), so this picture it is.
If you live in many parts of the USA, you are cold today. I admit, it is very cold. I am shocked, however, at how many people seem surprised that there are times in the winter that the weather gets very cold. I always thought that was what winter was known for.
A few visions from the summer to remind you that this too shall pass.
We had our first “blizzard” of the season.
Blizzard is a term that has become as overused as hero. The Weather Channel continues its obnoxious habit of naming snow storms, but I bet they don’t name the storms that only hit North Dakota or Buffalo or Maine.
There are definitely places that had a blizzard but 6.4 inches in Central Park does not make the cut. It snowed and it was very pretty.
The Cherry Walk looking south
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.