Here in New York many second-hand shops or flea markets selling for a few dollars of vintage photos rather random. I like to rummage through boxes or baskets containing them to capture fragments of past lives of others. My favorite pictures are the ones with the snow, they seem so properties and even more static than they are and their black and white seems soft and warm. If it snows here before our departure would be wonderful but, despite the cold, I do not think will happen. And these idiots do not even skate on real ice. This is above the Queen Elizabeth, who makes a snowball, and has nothing to do with New York but I did the same.
