We are in one of those "between" times. The autumn colors have left us. Some people find this time of year depressing. They wait for a silent, bright, cleansing snow or escape to sunnier states. I took this photo of Central Park in the late afternoon on one of those "in between" days. I love the grays and soft browns, the carpet of faded rusty leaves, the mist that seems calm and sheltering. This is when I thank Frederick Law Olmsted for the bones of the park: curving paths and the variety of trees. His careful plan is laid out with few distractions on a soft, wet, misty day.