What a difference a day or two or three makes…

So, there is nothing like the glory of freshly fallen snow in Manhattan.  Especially on day 1, it leaves one to wonder, “am I really in Manhattan?”

Even these guys are stuck.

Same street, next day:  all wet, all trafficked, all the time.

And lastly, the snow in Manhattan, three days later, as we always are, Black as the Driven Snow: