Where the blizzard at?
Snow dogs.
Anybody seen my blizzard?
Dog with unfortunate sense of style.
I know how bad the storm is for people to our east, west and north. But if there was a blizzard here in Manhattan, I missed it.
Oh, it snowed, all right. Here’s what the city looked like yesterday, back when we still believed in unicorns, elves, and being buried beneath the “storm of the century.”
Disappearing city.
By 6 PM, all city parks were officially closed. The subways started shutting down at 7 PM. At 11 PM, all mass transit and all roads were closed.
– Wait, did you say the parks closed at six?
– Uh-huh, that’s right.
– But at six, there was, like, hardly any snow, and no wind, and great visibility, and …
– Don’t worry about it.
Because this is New York, baby, and this is what a closed park looks like.
Night sledding in Riverside Park! Woot woot!
You can’t tame the night sledders. Not in New York.
Wheeeeeee
Only the wildlife took the closing seriously. The raccoons were nestled all snug in their snow-frosted den.
Raccoons who live in the wall were wearing fur slippers, drinking cocoa and watching the weather on NY1.
All night and this morning, the city was eerily, wonderfully quiet. And the streets remarkably clear, thanks to the snowplows that had free rein of the streets all night.
Broadway this morning, light snow coming down.
The ever-present city hum was almost imperceptible, and even now, late in the afternoon, it’s unusually quiet. Although not in the parks.
The parks, with their five or six inches of fresh snow (a bit short of the predicted two feet), are bustling.
Sledding in Riverside Park – looks like a Currier & Ives.
Everywhere are walkers, sledders, little kids in snowsuits, dogs in boots, and parents hauling children in sleds.
Last but definitely not least, here is an adorable little man in brand new boots, enjoying his first big snow.
Little man on a mission.
