Showing posts with label sledding in prospect park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sledding in prospect park. Show all posts

Friday, February 26, 2010

. . and it is a sledding day . . continued

it's beautiful coming up out of the grand army plaza subway station and into brooklyn. the park always feels so wild. the breadth of it when you enter is exhilarating for me. and then there's all that snow! one time we were there sledding in the evening while it was snowing . . the flakes falling past the old fashioned looking lampposts shone in the yellow light and made the world a smaller and special place. i always have that image with me for these recent sledding expeditions. they are all tinged with the memory of falling snow and yellow lamppost light, surrounded by a slowly growing indigo sky.

isn't this a funny sign? the area was definitely very wet, but we were all sporting upon it! poor grass. i hope our sleds weren't too rough.


sledding frontwards . .


and sledding backwards . .

my version of the snow shelter (here is janet's!)

and the mamas taking their pics!

last year this view was a grey void . . this year a happy blue sky peeked through, and the sun grinned madly on the trees which dropped such enormous globs of snow on us that i looked up wondering who had thrown the snowball at me.

. . and it is a sledding day . .

Monday, March 2, 2009

monday noon: sledding in brooklyn




when i woke and saw the beautiful snow i knew we had to journey out to prospect park in brooklyn to go sledding. it was the most snow so far this year. a great sledding day, and we hadn't been sledding in brooklyn for years. in the past we've either been at my mom and dad's house or my sister's house for a good snowfall, and the girls got in some good enough sledding time so that i didn't feel we needed to trek out to brooklyn. but this year the sledding days had added up to nothing. so i called my friend around the corner who was adventurous enough to make the trip along with her guests from majorca and off we went on the IRT to brooklyn . . and brooklyn was wild! (it always feels more wild in brooklyn), the wind was blowing like a cyclone and the temperature felt 10 degrees colder and and the snow felt 10 feet deeper . . and the view in prospect park is much more vast . . you can look across a wonderfully large expanse of land that allows you to take a deep breath and sigh with relief at the share emptiness of it all. and for hours we went up and down those lovely little hills and as the snow became more and more packed down (while still wonderfully swirling about our heads) we went faster and faster til we were finally slowing down from our run seemingly in the middle of a great grey void.