settling on snow

Last night the piles of snow in New York turned to icy hard shiny rocks. It was like being on the moon, except that I imagine the moon kinder and with fewer cars.

Today, its gray and misty. It’s a good day to take photographs, the lighting is right. The whole town is cloaked in a soft wintery palette, with persistent patches of graying snow.

There is an obese snow-person on 106th street, with a slice of eggplant as a mouth and pine needles as hair/ears. I know he/she will be here until April.

Some mounds of snow have been shoveled, iced and then lightly snowed on again. They look like giant dirty crumb cakes lying at the curb.

A few parked cars have not been touched since the first storm. They look ridiculous.

The other day I walked through the park and the sun was beaming. The color in the snow shadows was that indescribable luminous lavender/blue that does not exist in any other natural place.