The city is under a white, fluffly blanket.

It was the first time this winter that I was around for a blizzard. NY is known as the city that never sleeps and lives up to that title, but during a snowstorm there is a certain serenity that you feel. The streets are quiet... blanketed in fresh, white snowflakes. The next morning, we took advantage of the clean snow and went out for some pictures. Incidentally, I had dinner on Friday night by a friends house and met a girl there who told me she's an avid blog reader...she made a request that I blog more often. I'll do my best :)

I am absolutely crazy about this picture!






Needless to say, this one's going up on my wall.