This has been a real winter with seemingly endless frosty mornings, talk of wind chill factor and ankle-high icy slush at every crosswalk. On Thursday morning, as one blizzard continued to pile up silence down normally noisy streets, I decided to take pictures of workers in the Bronx and in Harlem. There were few adventurers to be found and I recognized this as the kind of winter none of us missed and we certainly were no longer accustomed to real cold.
Everyone was wearing survivalist gear -- waterproofed, covered up to the nose and, like true survivalists, taking very little risks. In survivor mode, you keep your nose to the grindstone and your eyes on your very next immediate needs -- no frivolity allowed. A walk to just walk is unheard of in survivorland, so I ventures out to break free of survivorism brought on by real weather. It is, after all, supposed to be cold in winter, and we would do right to be terrified of overly warm temperatures in Febuary.
I marched, in military coat and waterproof combat boots, through this problem of tangible weather... Walked through the Bronx, across the bridge headed to Harlem and ran into a few fellow adventurer friends who happened to be off-the-beaten-path types braving winter just to face it nose to nose.
Our beautiful city changes outfits and always manages an interesting admirable look from elegant to grunge to slovenly and I love New York City because when you turn a corner, there's always another and another and another. City living, just like life, is not for the faint-hearted or easily defeated.
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