Thank you Autumn!

For my dear friend, Miguel Ángel Vargas. The scenes of those magic colors, like brush strokes on the canvas of nature, along with the silhouettes of the tree branches, and a carpet of dead leaves covering the path, gave us a spark of hope that day, after months of self-reclusion because of the terrible pandemic… Continue reading Thank you Autumn!

Gracias Otoño!

Para mi amigo del alma, Miguel Ángel Vargas. Nuestra primera salida en meses. Una oportunidad para revivir cierta esperanza en medio de esta pandemia. Por un momento, la visión de la montaña, con sus caminos poblados de hojas muertas y los colores del otoño abrazando el follaje, despidiendo una etapa, nos hicieron olvidar el momento… Continue reading Gracias Otoño!

Autumn in Prospect Park

That evening was cold. Upon my first contact with Prospect Park in Brooklyn I knew, felt, a different impression to the one I perceived at Central Park. Call it "intimacy". Maybe it was the colors, or the narrow paths, sinously drawn, through the carpet of leaves. But let me tell you that I fell in love with… Continue reading Autumn in Prospect Park