Blizzard indeed. Hiked down to the river to check it out, found the streets relatively clear (well done, Sanitation Dept.) but for the first time since they built that park, the entrances not plowed. Plowed it myself, through snowdrifts to my hips. By the river, amazingly, the wind was so strong the benches were snow-free. So I sat, drank my tea, watched the wild brown water break in big white waves in all directions. The bridge that sings in the wind was wailing away. A few gulls riding the wind, but all the other birds were huddling someplace. The people, too. I felt like a lone Mongol out on the wind-swept steppe as I slogged along, trying to figure out how to climb back out of the park without getting snow in my pants again.

Here's how it all looks:

park entrance



these people are staying home



trash can graphics



singing bridge



can't sit here



workers waiting in the empty street for the boss to come and open the grocery store



wreath