I was always afraid of moving to NY because I couldn't stand being cold. The horror stories I heard about the harsh, depressing winters made me think twice about moving.
But, now that I've been here for a whole winter; tried to hail a cab during a blizzard; walked in the freezing cold in search of the perfect fabric, I have grown to kind of accept the cold. Like a calming peace when it comes to being cold. I mean, I used to really freak out in the cold but now I accept it. So much so that on my way home tonight, instead of running into the warmth of my building, I stood outside and took pictures.
Here are my Black and Whites of the day:
(because i want to frame peace
and hang it on my wall)
What Happens When You Stop Waiting
When you love
With all your heart