Ever since childhood, when I lived within an earshot of an alluring ski slope in the Carpathians, I have seldom seen a snowstorm and not wished I was outside, squarely in the middle of it. In spite of the foreboding, biting cold I could not resist taking a detour through Central Park today. As soon as I set foot in it, I realized that the charms of New York are suddenly yet exponentially increased with every falling inch of snow. Devising a sort of lens-out-camera-in-hands-in-flannel-trouser-pockets pose so as to keep my canon dry was not an easy task. Even so, I managed to snap some shots and also quite enjoyed myself in the process. By the way, New Yorkers are atypically friendly when they are allowed to play with snow.
No comments:
Post a Comment