now the snowstorm is calling me out there but i'm not sure i should heed. i take a picture of the courtyard. a picture of the snow trees. i mention maybe going to document the trees with orange dots to be destroyed where obomba tower will go, but i think that's a snowstorm madness, so i step out the kitchen fire door onto the iron fire escape for one panorama and the fire door slams locked shut. the wind is horizontal and would easily lift me. luckily r. hears me banging in the wind and lets me back in.