Yesterday afternoon we headed up to Central Park as the snow was beginning to fall. It would have been ideal sledding weather, if we had been in possession of a sled. We wandered through the Ramble and ended up at the Central Park Boathouse, where we decided to warm up over brunch.
I think it's one of those afternoons I'll remember all my life - the stillness beneath snow-flocked boughs, the pure whiteness from the frozen pond all the way to the Bethesda Fountain. A nearly impossible perfection, heartbreaking in its transience.
I keep asking my husband (ok, I'm practically begging him at this point in our 5 years of marriage) to please take me to NYC, specifically during the winter. These pictures are absolutely perfect ammunition. ;)
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