Folks began to dig out on Saturday morning.
Dude, where's my... oh. Right there.
Snow covered bicycles on Bedford Ave.
Near the Bedford L stop.
The Tacos Morelos truck about to move into position for the day. It ran ito that tree on the left a moment later.
Around North 7th and Wythe.
More folks digging out.
Parents dragging their kids through the streets on sleds.
I doubt this bike is going anywhere for a while.
In the valley of the condos.
At East River State Park.
Snow drifted around the picnic table.
How does that drift happen? That's wild.
The pseudo-shrine is now covered in snow.
A man can love a snowball.
A father and son playing in the snow.
I am not sure what's happening here.
A man just laying out.
The man in context.
Heading up Kent Ave.
And along North 9th.
On my way to McCarren.
Where the softball field was covered.
And the benches were not warm.
A family plays in the middle of the concrete and snow field.
![](/zewski/sites/nbog.us/files/styles/source_ratio_2048/public/media/images/photographs/snapshots/2013/02/nemo/postsnow/Nemo-Postsnow_nBoguszewski_20130209-076.jpg?itok=7FQxqhx8 "A runner in shorts. I imagine my friends shaking their heads, saying "White People."")
A runner in shorts. I imagine my friends shaking their heads, saying "White People."
Modern parenting.
Traditional parenting.
Traditional parenting.
A lone runner on the McCarren park track.
The heap of discarded Christmas trees looks a little better this way.
Hipster Installation Art Igloo, 2013. Snow, pine branches, hubris.
And that field light that will forever rest here.
It's noon. There are only dog walkers and grown-ups with babies out at this hour. It's too early for most of the people around my age. Tweets and status updates from last night suggest they probably spent most of it drinking heavily with friends in anticipation of a megablizzard just like I did.