The dog must out.
Neither snow nor rain nor sleet nor gloom of night stays the dog and his walker from their appointed rounds.
We went out this morning around 8:30.
Riverside Drive is empty.
Inside the park, we spot a handful of sledders.
Deep inside my beautiful retaining wall, the raccoons are nestled all snug in their beds.
The windblown dog is happy in the park (though he may not look it here).
But where is everyone?
Back at home, snow, snow and snow.
Again this morning, snow.
Here are a few images from our snows of the past month.
Esau waits for me in Riverside Park.
Dog prints on the retaining wall high above the park.
Who’s been walking on the wall?
In Morningside Park, a feral cat makes its way along the cliff near the iced-over waterfall.
The cat’s white legs look like little ice falls.
The pond in Morningside Park is sometimes frozen.
Other times, some kind of bubble machine prevents it from fully freezing.
Bubbling pools in Morningside Pond.
After the snow, the sky clears and a hawk flies over the snowy landscape of Central Park.
