Thursday, July 9, 2009


#190, Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn

Hypothermia is a small price to pay for these shots. The second the snow starts falling, I am out with the camera, stomping around for hours in the sleet and snowdrifts until I can't feel my toes and the thought of a cup of hot coffee becomes like a drink of water to a man in a desert. Plus, my first New York memories involve snow, so every time we get a good blizzard, I'm reminded of why I fell in love with the city in the first place.