A walk in black and white

To Charlotte, who shared with us this part of her life... The day after Thanksgiving we went to walk around a lovely park that was in the neighborhood. The time was cold, the floor was covered by a mantle of leaves, and the colors of fall were vanishing because an early winter weather hit the… Continue reading A walk in black and white

Autumn in Prospect Park

That evening was cold. Upon┬ámy first contact with Prospect Park in Brooklyn I knew, felt, a different impression┬áto 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