Friday morning, I got up early and headed uptown to see the 'gates' in the snow. The art should and would make so much more sense against the white of snow. At 8 o'clock, the park wasn't yet so crowded and the snow was still undisturbed in many areas. The orange gates shined brightly, beautifully in the morning sun. I took two rolls of pictures. I enjoyed company of other curious people walking through the gates aimlessly, and most of them also taking pictures. Ducks were sitting on a thin ice at the lake. The gate keepers were busy shoveling miles and miles of pathways. It was a very special hour walk in the park.