Honestly it's been too cold to take a walk around the neighborhood shooting photos of interesting spots and people. But, I do have to go to work every morning and in order to do so have to walk through the tundra which is Isham Park. This morning it was a bright shock of white and silver, frozen over puddles on top of polar bear white slick snow.
The snow that came down in droves yesterday melted as the sky gave way to rain. Pools of wet, icy mess dripped off the east-edge wall and made lovely icicles (below).
I saw on
NY1 this morning that we've had way more snow than last year...something like 15 inches versus 2-point-something inches last year. I think it's been colder too. Ben loves this weather and said he is excited by the real New York winter we've all been having. But then I spoke to him as he was wheeling his cart full of equipment along the ice skating rink Isham became last night. I'm sure it was even worse than this guy precariously balancing him on the steps.
I was next in line.
Once I got down that landing, the stretch between Broadway and Park Terrace West awaited me. I took it slowly, sliding my feet along the edges, feeling the bumps and waves of cool beneath my feet. One man sailed by with his rubber-soled Hunter boots. He was too fast for me to snap his photo.
At the end, all of the ice made me think of a poem I wrote nearly five years ago.
Winter Moment
Concrete paved in ice
black crystals obscured
reflecting our new moon
my swollen lined
lids remain hidden from
our nose rubbing kiss
as you hope we go mad
like Eskimos gazing
at their reflection in the snow
April 2004
Where does the time go?
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