Due to the vagaries of certain life circumstances, such as imminent travel plus career changes, this week’s post, usually in the form of the English language, will now take the form of photos. And because photos are worth a thousand words each, and I generally have poopoo de le parole écrite, or written word diarrhea, and my posts are eleventy million words long (actual mathemagical term), you may not even notice the difference between said photos and my usual drivel.
Anyways. This is a romantic time of year. Not for people, no. For nature! Grass is a fine emerald, flowers are at their peak, and bushes and trees are verdant and wavy. Thunderstorms boom across the sky like in 19th-century novels where there are multiple heroines named Catherine and bosoms heave. Dogs sniff each other, bees sniff pollen, and pigeons are randy. This is New York in late Spring, before the heavy heat arrives and cartoon stink lines get drawn over the entire city.
I tried to capture all of this teeming life as I walked around the Jackie O. Reservoir in Central Park over the weekend. Here’s what I saw:
* All images c. Erin KLG