I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Friday, March 8, 2019

Urban poetry

Away from the colorful walkways, this is what winter in Manhattan actually looks like.

This picture is a few months old, as you can tell from the piles of dead leaves which are long gone now, but the palette remains the same: blacks, grays, browns, grays, dingy white, more grays.

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