What with Global Warming, icicles—one a classic symbol of wintertime—have become more rare. In my youth, I recall them hanging from every gutter and windowsill for the duration of winter. Now, we only occasionally get the storms and extended spells of cold needed to create them. This last squall, in which snow fell steadily for nearly 24 hours, seemed to do the trick; icicles were fairly prevalent throughout the city. These particularly nice examples were found on Tenth Avenue near 17th Street.