Photos &repeated posts 05 Aug 2012 07:41 am
Snow Again – recap
With all the weather we’ve been having lately, I had to laugh at this post from Feb., 2010. There’s more to it, really. When I moved out of my office space, I moved Robbie into my home – a one bedroom apartment where 2 cats already lived and had made peace with each other. Robbie’s a big guy, but he’s not the alpha male. Alex is. We expected raging battles, but no. The 2 boys act like long lost brothers. They fight every day for fun (lotsa flying fur.) It’s the girlio, Lola, who is the problem. She gets along fine with Alex, but if she SEES Robbie she turns into a screaming banshee waking our entire building and the ghosts that live in our walls. She’s taken private residence in the bedroom and the rest of us (excepting, of course, Robbie) have to pay homage a couple of times a day. Oh, for the problems of animation!
Anyway, here’s February, 2010 and Robbie’s romp in the snow.
- Sorry folks, but I just can’t help myself when it comes to big snowfalls. We had about 12″ this week, so that seemed a lot to me. The newscasters were saying upwards of 20″, but they’re always fulla crap.
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2On the left you can see the weather at the end of Thursday.
On the right it’s the start of the new day, Friday.
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On Thursday night, going home it was a mess. It had rained all day
sort of a soupy, slushy mess of wet goo. Every corner had about a
foot of water you had to step in, around or through to get across
the street. Let me tell you it gets annoying.
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I walked across Bleecker Street heading toward the subway, at
about 7pm. It looks nice here, but it was a wet mess.
By the way, I couldn’t help leaving the blue/greenish tint to the snow
caught in these photos. The street lights at night give it that tone.
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The colors remind me of those the Disney BG artists painted snow in a Donald cartoon
where he fights his nephews in a snowball fight. Donald’s Snow Fight.
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The snow was wet wet wet and heavy.
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By 5:30 the next morning there was a different picture as I left
my apartment on 30th Street. This was the height of the storm.
Big thick, fluffy snowflakes everywhere.
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Here’s Park Avenue. No cars in sight. It was impossible driving,
though a bus crawled past me at one point.
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The over-busy construction site was drawn to a lull.
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This was Bleecker Street from the vantage point of the
old Portuguese Church on Carmine Street.
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Across from the church are two planters full of tiny trees.
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Here’s the view of my studio street, Bedford Street.
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Looking down the block toward my tiny sign.
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I was the last person to see the entrance steps look like this.
I cleared each step as I walked down.
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I went inside and put my things away and went out to shovel.
My boy Robbie came out to keep me company and try to
figure out what had happened.
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He kept going out all morning and coming back in covered
with wet snow. I regret I didn’t call him Snowball.
on 06 Aug 2012 at 5:45 am 1.Stephen Macquignon said …
Love that cat