New Year’s Day had me walking the beach with my younger son, and I’m glad we did because then the weather turned gray, and the last remnants of ice and the dusting of snow have vanished in the meantime.
Calling this shelf ice is a little grand but still, that’s what it is.
Water painting on sand.
This could be any time, really.
It required some serious bundling up, though!
You can still hunt for beach treasures in the cold – here sea glass with an interesting pattern.
Those were crunchy footsteps on ice and piles of cracked seashells.
At the end of 57th Street Beach: a theater of ice! Oh, by the way, the light was really that blue.
Glazed in ice – the pier at 59th Street Harbor.