City life snapshots.

One of my favorite things to do is to reverse-photobomb model shoots. Earlier today I came across someone having her picture taken for a professional context, something to do with a travel agency or a food company, that involved posing with a picnic basket in the middle of Broadway the bare moments the lights allowed. So I stood behind the photographer as she tried to smile, threw up a huge silly grin and two thumbs up, and she smiled for real for long enough for her picture to be taken with that genuine face.

A little while before that, someone at the bare-bone greenmarket described the rain on snow weather as "sloppy" and I can't think of a better adjective.

It was just this Wednesday it was still warm and dry enough all I needed was a sweatshirt. I'd seen the forecast and knew that it'd be the last day for a while to be so comparatively nice, so I took the afternoon off - also the last day for a while I could simply take an afternoon off - and went out to the Queens Museum. Not for any particular reason, and not in the right space to focus enough to immerse myself in the main installation, rich and deep as it was, but I still had a good time. There were a few last cherry petals clinging onto one of the trees in the park, though I doubt they're still there now after last night's snow and today's rain. It was a pleasant surprise, though - the sort of thing I never would have guessed I'd see.