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The warmth and fog have gone and we are back to winter, bitter cold and an unexpected snow storm.
I love how Bond Street manages to look edgy and slightly menacing despite being part of the new playground for the rich. The graffiti around the discreet high end shop seems thoughtfully curated. The snow had a transforming effect.
A lost glove evoked a sinking person, reaching out for help.
The snow painted faces on the building columns. They reminded me of Tiki gods.
I couldn't decide which one I liked best, so I posted all three.
The weather has been jumping around from bitter cold to early spring. It always seems silly to complain about extreme weather in nyc. People always have it much worse in places like Chicago. Still it is hard to know what how to dress as each day presents a new microclimate. There has been a bit more fog than usual. A few days ago, there was a dramatically foggy morning, which was well documented over at the Gothamist. By the time I came outside, the sun was burning through, creating a huge bank light over Bushwick.
It softened the bright colors of Broadway and gave the street a European glow.
On the J train platform, the tracks disappeared.
Looking away from the sun, the light reminded me a one of my dreams.
Everything looked as if it had been photographed through ground glass.
