(By the way, the umbrella wasn't so helpful. As you can tell from the horizontal streaks in the last photo, the sideways snow clung to my bags and coat anyway.)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I know, I know, it's like, "Beth, enough with the snow already." But I can't help it. It's so preeettyyy. Should I *not* have walked a mile through Central Park in the semi-blizzard this morn? Yeah, I guess. But here's what I saw from under my umbrella this morning:
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Thank you, thank you, NYC, for the white winter. Usually, winters here are so dreary. One or two wimpy inches of snow quickly turn into the most menacing variety of sludge imaginable, forming dirty pools on every street corner that make it impossible to walk and cause pedestrians to live in perpetual fear of a taxi splashing.
But not this winter. This winter has been white and fluffy as far as the eye can see. And this girl is happy. (Dogs are happy, too. Can you spot the dog above? Close up, it's about the size of a bear.)