In honor of President's Day, the sun was very bright this morning.
It was so bright, in fact, that it was almost possible to walk by the melting snow and not really notice the random assortment of garbage that seemed to surface in the drifts.
Or the abandoned houses on the block, because the snow made the steps look like a bobsled run.
I can't say I'm too impressed with this graffiti, not all of which is made equally. Sometimes I wish Banksy would make a trip to Washington Heights.
Because I work for a British company, we don't celebrate President's Day. I didn't mind going into work except for the fact that the MTA was still on 'weekend schedule,' which means they run one train every 5-6 hours. This made for a long commute home!
To pass the time, I photographed the debris floating down the stream in the middle of the tracks.
When I got out of the subway, the gray sky overhead made it more difficult to ignore the bleak, dirty snow.
Sometimes it's easy to walk fast and close your eyes rather than ponder your surroundings.
Or it can be better to look up at the beautiful pre-war architecture through the screen of tree branches.
In the apartment, Elektra was not shy about voicing her opinion with regard to February, especially when informed that tomorrow is going to bring a mix of ice and snow.
The orchids were more sanguine, however.
Like so many things with a very limited life span, they wanted to treasure what time they had been allotted.
The bridge remained ambivalent about such things as snow or litter or seasons, however, given the expectation that it will outlive all of us.
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