Some consider winter the time of death and desolation but I disagree. Winter for me is the incubation, the child in the womb, the seed beneath the soil waiting for the moment to sprout. Autumn, rather, is the time of melancholy and retrospection. Most of the trees here in New York are now bare, but before the leaves fell our friend the Brooklyn-based graphic & web designer Emily E. Owen (website here) caught these photographs of New York in the brilliant crepuscular light. The views are from Fort Tryon Park at the very top of the isle of Manhattan.
These photographs are gorgeous. They make me miss New York!
Just beautiful. Thanks for brightening up my day with these.
Andrew,
Very nice. The colors down here in North Carolina have been particularly splendid, as well.
Warmest wishes for a blessed Christmas and happy New Year!
Good to see you back in familiar territory. The photographs are beautiful.
Fall in New York is so beautiful! I think it is probably the most beautiful part of the year in this part of the world.
“The views are from Fort Tryon Park at the very top of the isle of Manhattan.”
If by “the very top of the isle of Manhattan” you mean the highest elevation of the isle of Manhattan, you are correct; but if you meant the furthest northern point of the isle of Manhattan, you have shamefully slighted the entire neighborhood of Inwood.
Pistoles at dawn? Or do you prefer the épée?