Did you hear? We got some snow. As I type this (Weds. late afternoon), it’s still coming down heavily, and the sun is setting behind those heavy clouds, making it seem like I’m looking at the world through a blue filter.
I knew before the snow started that at some point I would go out with my camera and walk over to Fort Greene Park. I was very excited about this. Around 3:30 PM, I set off.
Along the way I encountered a lovely small tree with bright red branches.
Washington Park looked serene under its canopy of snow-laden trees.
The park was as full as it normally gets on a perfect summer day, if not fuller. I saw one cross-country skiier
Someone using a tree for snowball target practice
Many people sledding
And lots of people building snowpeople.
I love this shot. I love the snow splotches, the two people dressed in bright colors, all the play. This is what a snow day looks like. As I looked at this shot in my viewer, I had a vague desire to write something full of Meaning to accompany these images, but I decided against it because first, that sort of writing doesn’t really come easily to me, so once having made the decision to do it I would be filled with anxiety over having it come out right; and second, I didn’t want my mind to be in the future, sitting in front of my laptop like it tends to always be these days, thinking of what I would write. I wanted my mind to enjoy where and when I was, the way the rest of me was. (Well, except my fingers. My fingers were cold.) I wanted to relish, to be part of what I was observing.
I saw a dapper mustachioed snowman with amazing hair
And a snowman wearing a hat (or maybe this is also hair? Are those earrings?)
There were snowpeople in love
There was even a snowcat or two.
Some people were taking a break from snowman building, snacking on some snow
Other people were taking better pictures than I was. (And also have way cuter kids than I do. Oh, wait.)
While the Williamsburgh Savings Bank loomed hazily in the distance.
Fort Greene leans toward the friendly side of neighborhoods, I’ve often said to people that this is the first real neighborhood I’ve lived in since I left for college — in that it seems as though most of the people in my immediate area put down roots here several decades ago, so they got to know each other, rely on each other. People make eye contact here, they say hello, they look out for each other. And today in the park, people were wonderful. Such joy in this park. Not even the super cool college students could pretend they were only ironically enjoying themselves. It was hard to not laugh with delight as I tromped through the perfect snow — and it was perfect, wet enough to pack down but not too wet. I grinned at the very young kids, the ones who are maybe walking in the snow for the first time, marveling at all the snow creations and their moms and dads grinned back at me. Everyone was smiling at each other in unspoken acknowledgement that we don’t get many days like this. Everyone was happy.
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