Month: January 2016

My apartment building from across the street. My apartment is the lit-up one on the top left. I can see my amoire in the window on the left. That is also where I sit at my desk and write every day. That’s a hanging plant in the window on the right. I like that my windows are the brightest. Oh wow, I’m also the one who doesn’t draw their shades. There’s only one other window without the shades drawn! I would hate to have the shades drawn all the time.

I figure since I’m on the top floor I have some privacy, no one can really see me. At most they’d seem my tiny head as I work at my desk.

I’m kicking myself for not looking at what was in his tip cup.

Here he is in context, in front of a barbershop.

I never learned to ski. So many people I knew growing up on Long Island were skiers. The one time I signed up for a ski trip to learn how I over-slept and missed the bus. My heart wasn’t really in it. Plus, at that age I hated getting up early with a passion that knew no bounds. Now I love it. The very early morning is my favorite time of day.

I had to go back out there. Okay. Now I’m impressed. My camera sucks for night shots, alas. I missed so many great shots. Damnit! I should have used my phone. I keep forgetting it has a camera because it is otherwise inferior to my regular camera.

Anyway, this is the sidewalk leading up to my apartment building.

A lot along Hudson Street. I was shooting the icicles. We rarely see icicles.

Walking the dog. Lots of dogs out there either looking absolutely miserable or having the time of their lives.

What may not be immediately obvious here is I’m standing on a plowed street and the height of the snow was up to the top of my legs. You can see my shadow in the snowbank.

It doesn’t feel extremely blizzardy, but it was enough to be fun and exciting. Not a lot of people out there, but there were others like me who wanted to explore, and a few who were still getting supplies or heading to the few bars and restaurants that were open, and there were plenty of places open.

The first people I saw were a couple of snow shovelers.

There was one father and son in the playground.

And one woman trying to give a couple of girls an urban toboggan experience, which made them scream with joy of course.

As usual, I was drawn to people walking their dogs in the snow. Here a couple are getting two dogs bundled up and ready.

This was out on the river (the Hudson River). Very idyllic. Looks like a painting.

A woman crossing Hudson Street with her dog. Also looks like a painting.

In an actual dog park. The dog: What? You want me to play in this, pee in this, what?? The people: Yes. Do it. Hurry.

There’s a ban on all traffic except emergency vehicles, and yet, I heard a scream, turned and saw people squealing with delight because they just caught a cab.