Out the 1930's Chinoiserie front door and into the night and Central Park, walking past Strawberry Fields to the Bethesda Fountain, snow swirling in the unearthly quiet. The next morning, heading out to find the sidewalks and path clear. Everyone is out: sliding down small inclines, throwing snowballs and smiling from ear to ear.
All of them beautiful but the statues on their plinths and the fountain especially so. You have the eye!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Blue. You encourage me to invest in a 'real' camera!
Deletemuch arresting wonder; no wonder people are signing it
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laurent. Walked through the Park this morning. It never ceases to amaze me.
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