The Hudson is full of ice. These are views from our window Monday and, at sunset, yesterday. Today we watched the sunset from the river!
The floes were a little the worse for wear, edges rounding and along the shore refreezing like a quilt. The river flowed upstream at a brisk clip.
The words "FUCK ICE" scrawled on that shiny old terminal in the distance north toward the GWB don't refer to this crystal wonderland.
