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Sunday, January 11, 2009

Bryant Park

I like trees best in winter. That is the time to see the differences in structure and branching patterns. Dangling nuts and seed pods, temporarily abandoned birds' nests, all are up there on view. Walking through Manhattan's Bryant Park on a gloomy winter day, I stopped to look up. All around me are buildings normally shrouded by the canopy of leaves. The bare branches look like black lace, a beautiful tangle against the winter sky.