It was almost a coincidence. These things happen fast. Beauty often is ephemeral. Marie had been there recently and found nothing to write home about. Then last Friday, while on the Upper East Side, we decided to kill an itch with a three-block walk and were suddenly thrown into pure spring blossom magic. Central Park was unbearably beautiful. We shot until our right fingers hurt. Here’s the result.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being in Central Park, in Spring
April 17, 2011
New York, Photoblogs
Spring in Central Park