White, Cold and Beautiful

There is something magical about the snow. The way it falls, how unique and delicate each snowflake is. How it glistens in the sunlight and how it brings people together. When I first saw snow, I was 15 and fell in love despite not being able to feel my finger tips. In 2015 I was fortunate enough to spend a few weeks in New York City and it was an experience I will cherish and relive for the rest of my life. I had been there previously in Summer but it had been a dream of mine since I was 15 to spend time in what I believe is a different world.

I spent the majority of my time walking through Central Park and taking it all in. I slipped on the icy slush, was covered in new snowflakes, figured out quickly on how to keep myself warm. I took terrible photos but didn’t care because there was no where I would rather be. Coming from Perth, Australia, the temperature in Winter is usually 12 degrees so seeing and feeling snow like this was and still is extraordinary.


‘There’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special’
– Carol Rifka Brunt



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