On Thursday I found myself walking from 40th street to Houston Street, with snow flying in every direction. At my back, then in my face, threatening to go into my hood and down my back. I looked down a lot as a result, but the whole point of the walk was to take pictures and see patterns and explore New York City in a transformed state from how I usually see it, this time covered in snow, and slush too. You can't have the snow without the slush for very long in New York City - the steam below, the footprints above, the tire tracks, the salt, it all means that slush is inevitable.
Here's what I saw on Thursday. Both photographs are in color.