We had a small hill in our back yard, and I learned how to ski on wooden skis with my initials burned at the tips. My father had a workshop in the basement, and for a while he seemed to burn my initials on everything. The working class version of a monogram.Read More
Driving snow, wind howling up the Hudson River, thunder and jagged lightning, an epic storm. Torn: stay inside, write and be cozy, watch sheets of snow blow past the windows, river unseeable though the whiteout? Or bundle up and go outside, coat-hat-scarf-gloves-boots, and feel the blizzard?
Both, as it turned out. Last night, ice in the wind, blinding and stinging; hearing the wind roar was like standing in a kettle drum. Cabs inching along. A toboggan track in deep snow, leading down West 23rd St to the subway station. And today a snow day, streets empty of cars, side streets unplowed with taxis and even a bus abandoned to the drifts. i wanted to build a snow fort, and came upon the one above, occupied by neighborhood kids.
Click link to see some photos I took of the blizzard and the day after. Stay warm...