Maybe it wasn’t the Snowpocalypse after all, but it was the worst a man I met on the street in Brooklyn this morning had seen. “You lived here all your life?” he asked, while we were both trying to navigate to the subway station amid snowdrifts that reached above our midsections. “Uh, no, just a couple of years,” I said, somewhat puzzled. “Well, I have,” he answered, “and I’ve never seen anything as bad as this.”

He explained that maybe other storms had been heavier, but since the city hadn’t cleaned anything up yet after this one, traffic and public transport were completely snarled. But then we both easily took the 3 train after barely a five-minute wait. New York, it seemed, was going to shrug this one off, too. Here’s what the day after the blizzard looked like, way downtown in Manhattan.

Liberty Street, flanked by five-foot snow mounds 

Near-deserted Tribeca 

 Bike path along West Street. Above Water & Sanitation New York, it says “MEGACITY”. Right on!  

Cleaning up at the North Cove waterfront, on the Hudson 

Ghost and icicles 

At around 9, the clouds started breaking up while a vicious wind still whipped up snowdrifts, resulting in an eerie, fairytale light. These two little Battery Park kids were in snow-day heaven. “Isn’t it fantastic?” I shouted to their dad above the wind. He smiled real wide.