New York City slipped the grip of mean winter last Wednesday the 11th. Walking down Fifth Avenue through Washington Square Park I spied the result of two seasons meeting head on. Freed from cabin fever, students and others played hooky from class and other responsibilities around the fountain. The warmth of the sun melted the snow into mushy dirty piles and broad reflective puddles. The sun light sent arcs of color through the tree branches on Thompson Street trying to wake up the buds and creating a fire escape fashion show.
Many years ago, my father died on March 11th, he would have loved this NYC stroll with his Yashica 44. It was a
beautiful day.
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