We woke up with a good layer of snow covering most of the ground and a steady snowfall threatening more. I was the only one who trudged out to brave it, and there was already almost two inches of snow as I made my way to the bus stop.
I’m a fan of freshly fallen snow, but I loathe having to deal with its aftermath. You feel like you’re walking inside a freezer and you have to be quick to distinguish ice from slush from soft snow.
More than an hour later, the bus managed to literally crawl to Manhattan. Snow tends to slow vehicles because it is slippery and gives the vehicles a lot of difficulty when it comes to maneuvering. It wasn’t as bad in the city but the snow didn’t stop falling. The trees were already outlined by snow resting and accumulating on its branches when I reached Manhattan just after 9am.
By noon, the New York Public Library and Bryant Park 41 storeys below me were blanketed with snow — and no, this photo is not in black and white. Snow and the weather condition made it look like it was.
The vista across from our building was a gloomy grey. The continuing snow fall made it so, as if a shroud of gloom descended upon the city.
The most dramatic yet was the one I took just a short distance from my doorstep as the sky glowed while a slight drizzle of snow fell to the ground. For all the hazard and difficulties brought about by such heavy snowfall, you can’t help but admire the beauty of all that white, coating the outlines of the trees as you look up into what looks like a luminous night sky. No bright lights — hence, the brownish tint of the picture. (Plus, of course, a little help from Instagram’s filters..)