It never gets very cold here. Cold enough for snow but it usually melts the next day. Worse, it sometimes melts as it falls and we’re left with a beautiful layer of slush… So when it snows, you can’t just stay inside and tell yourself you’ll go enjoy it tomorrow. It’s a little frustrating for someone who has grown up with real Winters. I grumble a little, put my boots and coat on, and go for a walk. What I do love though is that, when I get to Prospect Park, there are always lots of people. I love to see that my neighbors see the snow and, instead of hiding, they head out.
I saw happy dogs, sledding families, cross country skiers, a couple snowshoers, and walkers like me. All out before the snow was done falling in the morning. And M tells me it was even busier in the afternoon. I’m happy I went in the morning.
I’d chosen to bring my wide angle lens for maximum snowy landscape ability (and then I turn around and do smaller landscapes). There was moment where I regretted not having the telephoto zoom. The weather had calmed and the birds were out, looking for food. Trying to capture them with the wide angle means getting close but the little creatures are seriously skittish. I only managed to get a cardinal who was so busy eating it didn’t notice me.
I haven’t been able to go back since that day. Hopefully, we get another snow and I can go back out with the telephoto and get more birds (and then, they won’t be there).