As I was crossing Central Park this afternoon, a red tailed Hawk soared across my path. His name is Pale Male. He and his family nest in the city. I had read about him prior to moving here, but never thought I would be lucky enough to see him.
When I get married, my husband and I are going to Tokyo for our honeymoon. We're going to bring along a professional photographer to document our stay. First stop: a sushi stand. The bright and shining smiles on our faces will hopefully convey our delight! Photo taken outside of The Metropolitan Museum.
Despite temperatures plummeting into the high 30s, the trees in Central Park remain defiantly green. Yes, one can sense that those little chlorophyll factories are slowing down, and in a few cases halting production altogether, but for the most part, summer colors linger. As I was leaving the park, I did encounter, for my first time, the fruit of the chestnut. Roundish and green, and larger than my fist, it had apparently fallen from the tree above. Leaking a milky juice, I was certain I had discovered some newly mutated life-form, until a passerby explained the fruit's more common origin.