The silvery light of a January morning on a tree in Central Park. There's something about the nakedness of winter trees that forces you to really look at them, without the gaudy distraction of all that greenery.
Below, a reflection from the lake on New Year's Day, looking like an impressionist painting.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Monday, January 2, 2012
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