It happened. Well, kinda. Not sure if Juno storm will go down as the greatest New York City Blizzard of 2015 but it was certainly built up to be by practically every media source. I believe there were a few meteorologist statements released a couples day after the “storm” where they recognized the “need to work harder and smarter to produce better forecast” but to me Juno certainly did not meet expectations based on what was being communicated. The Weather Channel predicted 12-18 inches in New York alone while we the official average in Central Park was around 8 so that’s where I headed Tuesday afternoon.
If you know me at all, you’ll catch on by now that I generally avoid visiting any touristy setting in New York. It’s the kinda thing where I grew up with it so it’s gotten to a point where it doesn’t excite me photographically but I’ve realize an exception is made on my behalf whenever a snow fall is in the equation. I arrived at Central Park around 1pm and of course it seemed as half of the city residents, including most of the tourist had the same idea and how could you not. Cross-country skis, antique toboggans, snowboards, plastic pails and even trash bags. You name it, there were all around being used along with so many other arsenals of playing equipment I was unaware you can use.
The setting was perfect, the light was more than accommodating and the snow sort of functioned as a bright reflector which added that needed punch I always look for whenever I consider pointing my camera at the snow.