Photo by myself on Carmine Street, in the West Village.
There was a blue-ish cast to the light, Sunday evening. As on most Sundays, the sidewalks in the Village were nearly empty of foot traffic.
It is cold, cold, cold here, with no end in sight. Er, did I mention...cold?
People are trudging about wrapped up in hats, scarves, gloves, and high boots. Under the clothing, long johns and/or other long underwear are a must. Every bit of skin needs protection from the wind. Yipes!!!
Related posts: The Freedom Tower, at Dusk, All Aglow, on 57th Street, and The Ghostly Glow, at Times Square.