To view this site you need Adobe Flash Player and your browser must allow javaScripts. Go here to get the latest Flash Player. Counting our frozen assets Western New York’s winters are a beautiful and thoroughly amazing time of year. They are the source of some of our fondest and most vivid memories–snow days, angels on the front lawn, and children running around catching snowflakes on their tongues. Winter is when our natural wonders like Niagara Falls find ways to become even more wonderful. The power of the great cataracts seems to tease and make fun of the cold. It’s Sabres games and tailgaiting at the Ralph. It’s First Night fireworks downtown, sledding in Delaware Park, skiing at Kissing Bridge, and snuggling by the fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa. Even at its most horrible, terrible worst, winter is when we Western New Yorkers show our true mettle, when neighbors help neighbors, and when more random acts of kindness than can possibly be counted take place. As much as we love to complain about it, in Buffalo, snow is glue. Left: The quickly freezing spray of the American Falls sugar-coats everything in its path page 5