It is quiet, and all the city’s a snow globe this bright morning

I've been given a snow day from work on account of this storm (referred to by meteorologists as a Bombogenesis, Bomb Cylone, and Winter Storm Greyson). It has settled in Brooklyn in the form of a persistent and blanketing snowfall out the window all morning, and not a soul around. It inspired me to make… Continue reading It is quiet, and all the city’s a snow globe this bright morning

An ordinary day in winter

An ordinary day in winter, in December. Corridors of pine trees on the sidewalks of the city, chopped in service to the feast day turned holy day at solstice time; people scurrying to and fro, carrying bags and bundled up; the early dark punctuated by shoplights, headlights, and now the many and varied lights of… Continue reading An ordinary day in winter