I STAND ALONE

Sunday, December 2, 2012.  A spot of color in a somber background, this leaf hangs on, refusing to drop from its perch, braving wind, rain and passersby.  The edges have burned to a crisp brown, but the red is still rich and ripe with the potential to reflect the sun, if it peeks out.  I like the tenacity of any living thing that goes its own way.

SUMAC COLORS

Saturday, October 27, 2012.  My own fall color tour through Central Park, along the Reservoir.  I could see them in the distance, the brilliant red, the golden yellow, orange, the soft salmon and the green not willing to go quite yet.  It was just a patch, just a spot, that wanted to focus the attention of anyone passing by, only for a second - just long enough to marvel at the perfect melding of hues.  It will now be gone in the rush of the hurricane, but I beheld it just that once.

THE CROSSROADS

April 18, 2010. Sometimes I go to places and I have no idea where I am. And then I see these things that might be artistically haphazard, were probably designed by what was needed engineering-wise, but then present these intricate images depending on where you are standing. The slow, lazy arc of the tracks stretching into the distance, crossed so decisively by the track in the foreground. It may not add to the warm feeling of the community around it, but it adds to the urban landscape that brings its own beauty to our City.