Central Park

Those not addicted to foliage may want to skip this overlong post.....

Tuesday morning about 9am. we enter the park near the natural history museum.

Admire the rustic fence

and the little mist of wild michaelmas daisies.

Then the trees! My heavens, the trees!

Almost too much like Samuel Palmer in spring at Shoreham.

How they glitter in the sun.

How the pond makes a mirror image of itself.

If I were a painter.....

More....

We chat to the young woman whose very old dog sits daily 

eyeing the ducks.

I wish the designers of the park could see it now.

Such a glimpse of the sublime

as we head for the museum

Robert Moses Beach

Probably the last visit to the beach this September.

A very misty day, but the colors of the foliage in the dunes sang.

Virginia creeper.

Beach rose leaves turning the color of fall....

and a rose-hip to knock your socks off.

I'm not quite sure what would happen if you ate the berries on the creeper.

Probably best avoided.

From My Window

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Wet Day

Very mild and warm.
The leaves painting the sidewalks yellow.
The little playground (upper middle) deserted as yet.



The traffic passing by obliging by being red and yellow.
All the gardening machines the workers think necessary outside getting wet.



They painted these designs on the street a few months ago. To point space aliens in the direction of 8th Avenue perhaps.