I'm just going out for a walk...



The snow wasn't that bad when I set off for home. I started my journey in a midtown Manhattan hotel...


I took in a few blocks on the way down to Penn Station...



...changed trains at Newark (where I noticed the snow getting heavier)...


...and then finished with a half hour stomp through worsening conditions. No taxis braved the weather to queue up at the station and wait for passengers. Well, actually I did see one trying to make it up the hill to the station house, but he was skidding on the spot and going nowhere. "I think I'll walk it", I said to myself. Very cold, very snowy, I found myself digging deep into some genetic memory and shuddering at what it must have been like in the days when snow like this meant huddling into the animal skin and praying you made it through the night. I then thought that for some people, that's not far from the reality they live in now.


Thankfully, I live in a cosy house and could view the growing carpet of snow from the warmth within, where my camera was so fed up with being taken out to photograph in such conditions, it refused to render colour..



Snowing again?

Looks like a proper season all told. I appreciate a bit of snow in the depths of winter. Even if it is a sign of impending doom as this article tries really hard to avoid stating.