Title: Through the Window, A Baker’s Dozen It dropped below 10 degrees that night in NYC. I roamed the city, taking pics with my lomo camera, wearing a thin trench coat over oodles of clothing, a knit cap and a tighly wound scarf. The synthetic leather gloves I brought on the trip (I thought i was so prepared!) did not keep my hands warm enough. The bakery was closed but it looked very warm and inviting, especially since I was standing outside shivering, trying to keep my ice-cold hands steady for the shot. Holding my hands around a steaming cup of hot cocoa and chomping into a cookie would have been the perfect cure.

Title: Through the Window, A Baker’s Dozen

It dropped below 10 degrees that night in NYC. I roamed the city, taking pics with my lomo camera, wearing a thin trench coat over oodles of clothing, a knit cap and a tighly wound scarf. The synthetic leather gloves I brought on the trip (I thought i was so prepared!) did not keep my hands warm enough. The bakery was closed but it looked very warm and inviting, especially since I was standing outside shivering, trying to keep my ice-cold hands steady for the shot. Holding my hands around a steaming cup of hot cocoa and chomping into a cookie would have been the perfect cure.