Three years ago, if I’d look out my window every night I’d see a circle of palm trees standing tall by the short houses of neighbors I see every day while coming home. Today, outside my window I see bright lights and tall buildings and numerous people walking pass all in a hurry. After moving to New York City from Southern California three years ago.I experienced the concept of the sublime in my daily adventures around the city that never sleeps. Besides the beautiful and advanced architecture that the city has to offer, is the nature of the weather over here on the east coast. The first snow that I experienced in the city really put me at great admiration and inspired me to travel the world and explore as much as I can. One day in the middle of December 2014 I was on my way out of a Japanese bookstore located around Times Square. As I walked out of the store, I saw snow flakes falling on my big fluffy coat that didn’t melt off for a good half minute. In the air, the snowflakes fell so slowly it seemed as if someone put a pause on me and everyone around. I could see every snowflake itself stuck in the air around me. This experience left me in excitement and comfort despite the cold wind that blew. It was beautiful to me because back home in Long Beach, California I wouldn’t be able to see fresh snow that fell from the sky. I’m normally not a person with good memory but from that day I can remember it as if I had the photographic memory. From that day on, I’ve always been trying to capture as many snow days in the city as possible.