American Snowstorm on Fifth Avenue
I may have been born and raised in Florida, but even as a kid, I was a Northerner at heart. Perhaps the fact that 1 of 2 parents and 4 of 4 Grandparents grew up in the North had something to do with it. Don’t get me wrong, many people who I love and like are in the South (plus I love grits) so I am “down there” often, but Manhattan is my home.
The snowy dome of St. Bart’s Church
The Windshield Wipers UP Trick (this is not my car)
It is freezing in Burger Heaven!
Because my childhood winters were very mild (I remember swimming at the end of December), it was quite a thrill to experience cold weather when I was on trips. Fast forward to my first winter in NY. It was glacial! Once I figured out that it was all about layers, keeping my ears covered and my hands and feet warm, I was golden.
I love experiencing 4 true seasons (particularly fall and spring) and would not trade it for year-round warmth and certainly would not trade in the NY lifestyle.
“Bigfoot was here”
Park Avenue
On Tuesday, the early part of the storm’s blanket of snow made Manhattan look delightful. I was out and about: first by taxi, then by bus when I could not get a taxi and then by foot the rest of the day, which served me well until the sun went down and it became blistery. I even dared to remove my gloves to capture a bunch of snapshots of sights that caught my attention. I posted several of these on Twitter and Facebook and received a flatteringly huge response. I hope that you enjoy my “Janus photos”.
Snowy fountain on East 55th Street
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