Usually I like February. When the sun is out, the light is beautiful, there is usually a good blizzard, Chinese New Year, Valentine's Day. But this year it has been so gloomy. Icy cold days followed by pitiful snow mixed with sleet.
The frozen sidewalk near my house has aquired a layer of grime that offers a little traction.
The piles of snow have strata of grey representing each miserable storm. Although I had work to do on my new street art idea, I could stay in the gloomy house. So I went to Central Park, which usually restores my sense of New York.
I started out near the Metropolitan which seemed like the right place to be on a cloudy day in February.
Everything felt different inside the park.
I have been noticing the bleached bark of the London Plane trees.
They are a bit luminous.
The sun fought its way out adding a little glitter to the frozen puddles. The day became brighter but the sun never really got free from the clouds. I hope the weather turns less punishing.
I really wish I had these bushes in my garden.