It is April and Spring has arrived. The weather is warming, the flowers are blooming, and allergies are sneezing. In hopes of a shot for a project I am working on, I headed to Central Park. I was also planning on seeing some fireworks, but some of Nature’s quirks stopped that (see Spring’s other friend: Thunderstorm). While there were some early buds, most of the trees were still barren, so there will be more trips in search of the shot I am looking for (such is life as a photographer).
The Gapstow in Spring.
Flowers popping up.
A sign that Spring is here: readers in the park.
The horse drawn carriages are out.
This shot is pure Americana. I picture it on a bathroom wall.
The ice rink is empty.
The blossoms have begun.
The beginning of the clouds coming in.
Springtime at the fountain.
See the petals fall in the wind.
The bench in petals.
Another way to draw focus to the blossoms.
The rim of Bethesda Terrace.
The source of countless allergies.
A colorful tree.
The early seats are getting taken.
Incoming – this is what got me to get up from my spot.
The crowds begin to move away from the clouds.
The storm over the lake.
A light in the darkness.
Next week: If I finish the shots in time, a trip to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. If not, something else.