Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Central Park In December


Anonymous King said...

I think you have a talent for seeing trees (some people don't). This series plus those shot at the arboretum on a cloudy day make my point for me.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, / Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one / Yet knows its boughs more silent than before.

I cannot say what loves have come and gone / I only know that summer sang in me / A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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