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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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Spring cherry blossoms overlooking the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir. Central Park, New York City.

On Spring mornings, the world hangs in sleepy stasis.

Trees, adorned with blossoms as soft as winter’s first snow, use their branches to gracefully conduct the world’s awakening in a daily symphony at dawn.

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I am admittedly a night person. I have tried for years to trick my stubborn body into accepting a different biological time-clock to no avail. 

However, on days when I am carefully trying to get myself to accept the mornings as a friend and not a foe, I am always amazed at how differently the world appears especially during certain times of the year like springtime. 

On a perfectly cloudy Spring day in Central Park, it’s as if the world is opens up its dewy eyes one by one as the city stretches out languidly for a few hours.

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Spring cherry blossoms overlooking the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir. Central Park, New York City.

On Spring mornings, the world hangs in sleepy stasis.

Trees, adorned with blossoms as soft as winter’s first snow, use their branches to gracefully conduct the world’s awakening in a daily symphony at dawn.

—-

I am admittedly a night person. I have tried for years to trick my stubborn body into accepting a different biological time-clock to no avail.

However, on days when I am carefully trying to get myself to accept the mornings as a friend and not a foe, I am always amazed at how differently the world appears especially during certain times of the year like springtime.

On a perfectly cloudy Spring day in Central Park, it’s as if the world is opens up its dewy eyes one by one as the city stretches out languidly for a few hours.

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Buy “Spring Blossoms Overlooking the Central Park Reservoir - New York City” Prints here, email me, or ask for help.

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. 

Summer’s memories break through shards upon shards of branches making their way past the ice-kissed lips of winter conjuring up the outline of buildings and cityscapes on the condensation of winter’s frozen breath. 


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Buy “Suspended - San Remo - Winter - Central Park- New York City” Prints here, email me, or ask for help.

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.

Summer’s memories break through shards upon shards of branches making their way past the ice-kissed lips of winter conjuring up the outline of buildings and cityscapes on the condensation of winter’s frozen breath.

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View this photo larger and on black on my Google Plus page

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Buy “Suspended - San Remo - Winter - Central Park- New York City” Prints here, email me, or ask for help.

View from Belvedere Castle in the snow overlooking the San Remo. Winter. Central Park, New York City.

In the yawning hours of the morning, the earth stretches its snow-laden limbs skyward and the clouds leave a dissolving trail of heart-heavy whispers in their wake as all of the city’s structures deliquesce into nothingness.

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View from Belvedere Castle in the snow overlooking the San Remo. Winter. Central Park, New York City.

In the yawning hours of the morning, the earth stretches its snow-laden limbs skyward and the clouds leave a dissolving trail of heart-heavy whispers in their wake as all of the city’s structures deliquesce into nothingness.

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Buy “Deliquesce - San Remo - Central Park Winter ” Posters and Prints here, View my store, email me, or ask for help.