First snowfall of our last winter in NYC

It’s our last Winter in New York City. The first snowfall of the season is always the best. It’s so beautiful out. No one seems angry or agro right now – just lots of people out walking around, catching snowflakes on their tongues and pulling kids in sleds. Cars drive slowly and are courteous. The city seems soft. It all changes 24 hours later when everything turns slushy and grey, but for that first little bit you forget where you are. It’s that perfect kind of snow like soft confetti that sticks and mounts up perfectly. I’m looking forward to taking Jack out for some sledding in the AM – his first time. I’ll miss this next year. So, I figured I’d dust off the tripod and head across the street to Prospect Park to take some pics.