What i love most about snow in the city is the blanket of quiet that comes with it.

The morning after winter storm Hercules, i walked up to Prospect Park and along the Greenwood Cemetery. In Prospect Park, if you can get there before most of the sledders hit the hills, it is just the dog owners and cross country skiers.

here are some quiet photos from my walk.

One of my best friends has never really been happy with me taking photos of her – we’re talking for the last 16 years or so… until her baby Willa came along.

Here’s a few photos of three of my very favorite people, beautifully battling the wind in Prospect Park.

Thank you, sweet Willa!

On this freezing cold February afternoon, I am daydreaming of warmer weather, and my mind keeps wandering up the street to Prospect Park.
So this seems the perfect day to share the photos Claudio and I took at C.C. and Vanessa’s wedding on one of the hottest days of the summer in July.
The forecast warned of 100 degree weather that morning and the park was close to empty, which added to the perfect dreaminess of the day – a beautiful ceremony under a tree overlooking the park. picnic baskets. deliciousness from Porchetta. vegemite. friends & family sing-a-longs. cornhole tosses and bocce games. baseballs and beach balls. kite-flying. bubbles. gold shoes to bring good luck and fortune in the year of the dragon.
By late afternoon, the few people far away in the park were drawn towards the wedding hillside by the music of the Red Hook Ramblers, and everyone danced into the evening.