When I lived way up north in Manhattan visiting Fort Tryon Park after a snowstorm was one of my absolute favorite things to do. This go round, knowing that Fort Tryon was on the other end of a subway ride I didn't want to take, I thought, what is the Brooklyn equivalent? Where can I go that the snow will still be untouched and lovely and the world, draped in all that white, will breathe differently?
So off to Green-Wood Cemetery I trudged. And catching it as the blue hour fell was quite the sight for my weary eyes.
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