Scenes from one of the largest blizzards in New York history which began on December 26th. Unfortunately, Chad and I were supposed to leave for Paris that same day. Our flight was cancelled but only after we waited on line for nearly 5 hours. Today we are going to try it again. Wish us luck.
9th Avenue and 23rd Street. Cold, lonely and desolate.
A phone booth on 9th Avenue. The same one Open Skies Airlines refuses to answer.
An abandoned car after an explosion on 10th Avenue.
(or a foreshadowing of things to come)
On route to Newark Airport
(as visions of sugar plumbs danced in our heads)
And I in my kerchief and Chad in his cape, settled down in a line for a long winter’s wait.