Sunday, December 26, 2010

Over the Hills of Snow

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.

Not one,

Not two,

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).


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