New York still has 4 seasons. And when I was younger, winter was my favorite. At least for shooting the city. I always thought (and most New Yorkers would agree) that the city is very beautiful during and just after a big snowfall.
The grime is covered up. And especially at night, the snow covered city sleeps under this snowy quilt. In the morning the snow begins to turn to a dull grey and the magic ends.