They called it the Blizzard of ’06 – it had been a humdrum winter in New York City for 2 months, with snowy rooftops and white-coated trees that were a shadow of their summer selves everywhere you turned. That early February morning, I awoke to a sudden thunderous uproar, like an electric shock through my heart. I looked out the window and saw a misty fog and milk-white rains – it was like something out of a storybook. I heard on the radio that it was the biggest winter storm in the history of this city, which was then my home. This is a great opportunity to document a phenomenal historical event, I thought to myself. I packed my camera, went down to Central Park and caught a rare moment of peace and quiet in the heart of the bustling, magnificent city.