First Brooklyn Blizzard
Last night, the 26th of December, brought the first real snowfall to New York City - the blizzard blanketing the City with 16+ inches of snow.
Amidst the wind-whipping heart of the storm, Tammy and I wandered out - stumbling along on the sidewalks already deep in snow - holding onto the slippery banisters while cautiously keeping from sliding down the wet stairs to the subway - then riding the (amazingly reliable) NYC Transit to a theater on the Lower East Side of Manhattan - to see a theatrical production I had bought tickets for a few weeks ago. (Coincidentally it was a piece which chewed upon and was nourished by Franz Schubert's blizzard-wandering song cycle Winterreise (Winter Journey) - an adaptation entitled "Three Pianos".)
And then this morning the sun was out, the sky was blue - all the parked cars in my neighborhood reshaped by the deep snowfall. There was a beautiful and strange quiet in the air - broken mostly by the sound of shovels digging. Walking down Fulton Street I saw buses and cars stuck in the drifts, unable to go any further; a large truck at the corner intersection, wheels spinning with no grip, blocking cars and taxis.
Click on photos to enlarge.
The views from my window were of a transformed landscape - the cars on the street below, the lovely door-fenced back yard filled and molded with whiteness - the awning in the neighbor's yard collapsed from the weight of the snow. The streets will be more clear tomorrow and open to further exploration.
Amidst the wind-whipping heart of the storm, Tammy and I wandered out - stumbling along on the sidewalks already deep in snow - holding onto the slippery banisters while cautiously keeping from sliding down the wet stairs to the subway - then riding the (amazingly reliable) NYC Transit to a theater on the Lower East Side of Manhattan - to see a theatrical production I had bought tickets for a few weeks ago. (Coincidentally it was a piece which chewed upon and was nourished by Franz Schubert's blizzard-wandering song cycle Winterreise (Winter Journey) - an adaptation entitled "Three Pianos".)
And then this morning the sun was out, the sky was blue - all the parked cars in my neighborhood reshaped by the deep snowfall. There was a beautiful and strange quiet in the air - broken mostly by the sound of shovels digging. Walking down Fulton Street I saw buses and cars stuck in the drifts, unable to go any further; a large truck at the corner intersection, wheels spinning with no grip, blocking cars and taxis. 
Click on photos to enlarge.
The views from my window were of a transformed landscape - the cars on the street below, the lovely door-fenced back yard filled and molded with whiteness - the awning in the neighbor's yard collapsed from the weight of the snow. The streets will be more clear tomorrow and open to further exploration.
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