contrast

my two neighborhood parks. winter & early spring, just one week apart.

quiet times

winter as a song Tornado by Jonsi

silent storms

the new view, montrose street
one of my last snow days in greenpoint

appropriate: hot chip slush

before, during, and after

the snowstorm. watching the beginning, a light dusting from the warmth of my radiator and view from my windows. to the heavy downfall in the west village, with tequila in our blood to keep us warm. and finally, back in brooklyn, around my neighborhood where the sun was bright and piles began to melt.