Sunday, March 23, 2008

NewYork in Spring: Early Awakening



Early spring, the waterfall bubbles down the hill while the tenderest of green shoots poke their heads up to greet the warming sunshine. Deep in the heart of the city here, it's as quiet as an inner sanctum. Only the faintest hint of bird song and the splash of the water can be heard as we wander up the path.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Manhattan Twilight

"And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb,Always reminding me that we're apart"

... Hoagy Carmichael, 'Star Dust"