THE NEW YORK CITY SNOW STORM

WHEN BEAUTY LIES IN TINY LIGHTS

Sometimes it's not the bright lights of Broadway or its towering architecture that sculpts the city's skyline that gets the credit for being the sole master of New York's majesty. Sometimes it's a string of tiny lights, a sled in a snowstorm spinning down a slope in Central Park or a single lamppost sparkling like a jewel that takes my breath away. There is such beauty in the flakes of winter gently dusting dusk as it lights its way into darkness. Sometimes it's the absence of all those neon lights and mega-screens, when the city puts on a coat of polar white and wraps itself in the grasp of ghostly buildings shrouded in mist that it sparkles greater than anything on the Great White Way.








Here are some of the photo footprints I left trying to capture it's beauty.