You remember that snow, that blizzard that hit New York just after Christmas? The city slowed down to a halt, and there was only quiet whisper of cars over the muffled blankets of snow. It was beautiful, for a day or two, and quite charming to be knee deep in soft powder. That fun has worn off, has shed its beauty, and now a week's worth of trash has piled up even higher than the forecast accumulation. I guess the sanitation department has some catching up to do.
A day in the life between two bridges. Sometimes it is all white smiles and clean sheets... but sometimes everything is covered in a bed of filth. God, I love New York.
One more thing. Happy New Year! May it be more photographic than the last!
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