Falling Ice
Reason #1 why I love NYC: Central Park. Central Park is 843 acres (6% of Manhattan’s total acreage), and it runs 2.5 miles north to south and .5 miles west to east. And it is blissfully peaceful. If you have ever lived or visited here, you know that Manhattan is busy, crowded, and loud. The Park is a little piece of heaven for me.
I took these today as I wandered through the south end:
And, yes, that is snow on the ground. This weekend the temperature plunged 30 degrees overnight as a storm passed through. (By the way, what’s up with sleet? My understanding is that it is frozen rain – isn’t that hail? Is there a difference? In my book, ice falling from the sky is ice falling from the sky.)
For all of you enjoying the 70-degree weather in California, you’ll love this: on Sunday, I decided to go to the Cooper-Hewitt Museum (http://ndm.si.edu/) to see the Fashion in Colors exhibit. I got all bundled up and was no more than 10 steps outside of my building when the bitterly cold wind almost knocked me down. So what did I do? Brave the elements for a little culture? Hell no. I turned around and went right back inside. Culture just might have to wait until the springtime.
I took these today as I wandered through the south end:
And, yes, that is snow on the ground. This weekend the temperature plunged 30 degrees overnight as a storm passed through. (By the way, what’s up with sleet? My understanding is that it is frozen rain – isn’t that hail? Is there a difference? In my book, ice falling from the sky is ice falling from the sky.)
For all of you enjoying the 70-degree weather in California, you’ll love this: on Sunday, I decided to go to the Cooper-Hewitt Museum (http://ndm.si.edu/) to see the Fashion in Colors exhibit. I got all bundled up and was no more than 10 steps outside of my building when the bitterly cold wind almost knocked me down. So what did I do? Brave the elements for a little culture? Hell no. I turned around and went right back inside. Culture just might have to wait until the springtime.
posted by Erika at 5:52 PM
1 Comments:
I think sleet are those painful shards of ice that melt quickly after embedding themselves in your skin while hail are more rock like projectiles that knock you unconcious. But that's just a guess.
Great pictures. I used to eat lunch by that pond a few years back when I worked on 54th and 6th. Great place to get away from the noise.
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