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Central Park winter landscape. San Remo through snow-covered trees. New York City 

Summer’s memories sit suspended like words caught in the throat of winter: stifled, muffled utterances barely able to escape in the form of speech. 

But in the wide open expanse of dreams, words take flight as summer’s memories break through the shards of branches conjuring up the outline of buildings and cityscapes on the condensation of winter’s frozen breath.


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Central Park winter landscape. San Remo through snow-covered trees. New York City

Summer’s memories sit suspended like words caught in the throat of winter: stifled, muffled utterances barely able to escape in the form of speech.

But in the wide open expanse of dreams, words take flight as summer’s memories break through the shards of branches conjuring up the outline of buildings and cityscapes on the condensation of winter’s frozen breath.

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Bare branches against a winter sky. Socrates Sculpture Park. Astoria, Queens. New York City.

Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection.

We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars.

These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing.
 


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Bare branches against a winter sky. Socrates Sculpture Park. Astoria, Queens. New York City.

Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection.

We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars.

These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing.

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Autumn leaves under elm trees. Central Park, New York City

Under a canopy of elm trees, nothing is quite as beautiful as the warmth that emanates from fallen autumn leaves. 

Scattered like fiery embers, they are strewn about only suspended in motion for a short time before the wind stirs them from their molten slumber.  

If winter had but one dream, it would be of this. 


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Interested in more of what a New York autumn looks like? Check out my guide to the best Central Park autumn views here:

Top 8 Autumn Views in Central Park

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Autumn leaves under elm trees. Central Park, New York City

Under a canopy of elm trees, nothing is quite as beautiful as the warmth that emanates from fallen autumn leaves.

Scattered like fiery embers, they are strewn about only suspended in motion for a short time before the wind stirs them from their molten slumber.

If winter had but one dream, it would be of this.

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Interested in more of what a New York autumn looks like? Check out my guide to the best Central Park autumn views here:

Top 8 Autumn Views in Central Park

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View: "Winter’s Dream - Autumn - Central Park - New York City" in my portfolio, My Gear List, My Travel Blog, On G+, email me, or ask for help.

Autumn sunset. Central Park, New York City

In autumn, sun drips down like melted gold on tree limbs decorated in the finest foliage. 

The earth, chilled by the memory of winter, holds onto the sun’s light with hands outstretched as each ray slips through its fingers like fine sand.

As bitingly cool air brushes past flushed faces, every bit of sunlight clings to the earth like embers fallen from a powerful fire. 

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I love the brisk quality of light in the autumn especially in the evenings. It’s as if the sun is trying to penetrate through past winter all the way forward into spring.

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Interested in more of what a New York autumn looks like? Check out my guide to the best Central Park autumn views here:

Top 8 Autumn Views in Central Park

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View:  “Autumn Light Through Trees - Central Park - New York City” in my portfolio, My Gear List, My Travel Blog, On G+, email me, or ask for help.

Autumn sunset. Central Park, New York City

In autumn, sun drips down like melted gold on tree limbs decorated in the finest foliage.

The earth, chilled by the memory of winter, holds onto the sun’s light with hands outstretched as each ray slips through its fingers like fine sand.

As bitingly cool air brushes past flushed faces, every bit of sunlight clings to the earth like embers fallen from a powerful fire.

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I love the brisk quality of light in the autumn especially in the evenings. It’s as if the sun is trying to penetrate through past winter all the way forward into spring.

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Interested in more of what a New York autumn looks like? Check out my guide to the best Central Park autumn views here:

Top 8 Autumn Views in Central Park

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View: “Autumn Light Through Trees - Central Park - New York City” in my portfolio, My Gear List, My Travel Blog, On G+, email me, or ask for help.