Silent Sunday

mallard duck at central park


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Nature, Nature- Poetry

Wordless Wednesday

A leafless elm at Central Park ~ Hints Of Life

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Towering it stood in the Park

long branches magnifico

stretching against the winter sky

growing ring on ring

the wise tree sleeps through the cold night and days


Inspiration- Winter Trees

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Nature- Poetry

Naked Soul

In Nature I find peace, calm, tranquility and compassion. ~ Hints Of Life

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Winter at Central Park

Wishing you and your loved ones a Happy New Year, 2019.


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Wordless Wednesday

Reminiscing the fall at Hudson River Park. ~ Hints Of Life

#Nature #Wordless Wednesday #Photography #Riverside Park


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Nature- Heartfelt tales

First snow: The street scene

Little gems falling from above, the season’s first snow blankets the streets of New York. ~ Hints Of Life

First Snow_New YorkIt all began in the late afternoon, the magic of winter. My heart ‘snow’ happy as we got the first snow of the season in New York City. It was a whirlwind of flurries like moths in a hurry. Soon it turned into flakes like someone was grating the sky.

Blissfully I stepped out to enjoy the first scenes of snow in my neighborhood. The soft snow gently kissed my face, making my soul, my spirit come alive. Walking, exploring, enjoying the gift of nature and living in the moment.
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It was a surreal view. Daisy, the neighbor’s poodle, out enjoying the magical first snow. Commuters rushing to their next destination. The buzz of cars, buses and pedestrians.
As I absorbed the scene, a beautiful lamppost caught my attention. A grand, ornamental lamppost glistening in the snowfall. I looked up at the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight, shining in my eyes.
The tree lines were covered in a thick coating of snow, creating a beautiful winter vista. A yellow maple tree looked majestic, cotton balls draping its branches.

First Snow_New York Streets..Two chairs dressed in snow from head to toe. Their owner likely to return at first dawn when the sun would break through the clouds and the day again come alive. I stood there idealizing, weaving a story in my mind.First Snow_New York StreetsBringing in an early night, the snowflakes turned into a gusty icy slush descending horizontally in a blur. To me it all seemed a part of the universe’s plan, dark thickening outside, as winter comes on us in layers and layers. 

Signing off with best winter wishes!
Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton 
The Dead, James Joyce 
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