Throughout the whole city, all the trees and flowers are blossoming. The prominent, yellow daffodils and clean, brightening tulips line the streets. The cherry blossoms create arches over the streets and parks, enveloping the gems of the city, framing the structures that have been in this city for years. A few gorgeous days & nights of weather brought out the city. In Central Park. Along the Hudson. Down, up and across the streets.
I could visit the MOMA every week, if not everyday. Each time a new thought is provoked. Looking at works of art, I continue to wonder what was going through the minds of each artist when they painted, drew, constructed or sculpted their works. I have true appreciation and respect for art. Creativity makes life more brilliant.
The people in New York are more than intriguing. Each person has a story waiting to be told. Aged faces easily seen as great history. The more weathered, the more deepening the story. The subway is something I find so serene. Creating and imagining my own story of where the man sitting across from me has been in his life. How the scar above his left eyebrow happened? How long will the people asleep at the end of line will ride the train for and where in the city they will eventually wake up? Will the saxophone player, entertaining the waiting subway goers, ever be discovered for his talent?
