Hands in pockets, everyone

References to spring being in the air are hereby taken back. Winter has returned and hands should be jammed in pockets when they are not carrying shopping bags. I like the guy’s plaid duffel coat, though.

Soda pop

Springtime is near: gloves are optional. But keep them handy, then you won’t need them.

Found object: A leather glove

No one ever looks at a lost glove and thinks it’s a close match for one they have recently misplaced. Will this one end up in, rather than on, the trash at the end of the day, or in the lost and found? Do they bother?

Red shoes

To summarize a NYC winter: it’s patriotic and there are bursts of color. The rest is mostly gray, brown, and black.

Here and gone

The storm wasn’t that bad. But I’m saying that as someone who was walking on the sidewalk rather than trying to dig out a car. You know how the plows come down the street and make a wall of heavy, crunchy snow that’s about three feel tall and as hard as a cinder block?

Four brown boots

It’s another gray day in NYC. Today we’ve been thinking about the storm that is coming our way tomorrow. It’s not much of an inconvenience, usually, and everything is clean and white and quiet for while.

Walking and thinking

We leave our desks and take our thoughts to the sidewalk. Many people are walking around midtown thinking things through as they go about errands and pick up lunch.

There’s a hydrant (Still looking out the window)

The car moves into the illegal spot, and a new pedestrian comes by. I haven’t changed position, though.

Looking out the window (Don’t park there)

That’s what I do when the weather is extreme: find a window to look out. It’s like having a private cinema.

A woman and her sloth

Everyone’s got that faraway look. A reflective moment occurred among the people and creature at the Travel Show at the Javits Center over the weekend. My mind was on the sloth and whether we were allowed to pet him.