East Coast weather is weird. We've been getting random days of super warm (60-70°F) weather interspersed among the typical 30-40°F winter chilliness. Last week I saw ladies in dresses and guys in flip-flops, but a few days ago, we had hail and snow thunderstorms. Was California weather ever fickle like this? I can't remember anymore...
Living in a part of the world where snow is to be dealt with on a daily basis during the winter is something brand new to me. Apparently, the blizzards this year were especially bad. I've never been in an East Coast winter before, so I have nothing to compare it against. All I know is that the apartments are kept nice and toasty, and that waking up to a fresh layer of powder is absolutely magical.
|Oh, so this is what a "big storm" looks like? Okay, I can deal with that.|
|Ice skating at the Rockefeller Center during Christmas.|
I love disrupting virgin powder. When nature lays down a vast blank canvas, what's better to do than to explore it with creativity? One night, I found this blank spot in Central Park. I couldn't believe it hadn't been walked all over yet, so I took it upon myself to trudge out a little design:
Of course, art isn't limited to two-dimensions, when you have such a versatile medium. On my way to the grocery store, I saw a guy hunched over the sidewalk carving out "Paul" from the massive snow pile that was pushed onto the space between where people walked and where cars parked. I asked for and was granted permission to photograph his work.
|"Hi I'm Paul." Hi Paul. :)|
|This guy (gal?) in Chinatown/LES was massive and had fruits for features.|
|Someone went around my hood carving faces in the snow blown on trees.|
My first winter in New York is almost over, and spring is just around the corner. It probably didn't feel as bad for me because I knew I didn't like cold, so I stocked up on proper winter gear. I'm not really sure what to expect next, but I guess that's all part of the fun and excitement!