Someone should probably remind me how much I hate the snow. As early as this morning I was panicking (okay, I was FURIOUS) about the forecast for 18 - 24 inches of snow over NYC for the next few days. But as recently as an hour ago, I was walking leisurely for two miles through Bryant Park and Times Square photographing pretty things instead of hopping in a cab or taking the subway.
|But - THREE snow-covered lions!|
|Lord & Taylor, where I got my brand-new snow boots today|
|A clonley (cold + lonely) birdie|
|Tree in Bryant Park|
|William Cullen Bryant|
Bryant's statue reads an excerpt from his poem, "The Poet":
|Yet let no empty gust|
|Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,|
|A blast that whirls the dust|
|Along the howling street and dies away;|
|But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep,|
|Like currents journeying through the windless deep.|
I can only imagine Bryant is writing about the gusts and blasts of wind of NYC's current snowstorm. Tomorrow when I am drudging through it to get to work, I'm sure I will remember my hatred of this weather, but for now, I will let it snow (but just for a little bit longer).