The colors in Central Park today are wild. Something about the density of the blue, the clear midday light, the tenderness of all the new blossoms--the fruit trees look nearly surreal.
I don't think its just my new polarized sunglasses--the camera captured the same effect.
One wave of cherry trees has shed its blossoms, but other trees are coming on strong. This is an early, but drawn out, gorgeous spring. I don't think I've ever seen redbud blooms (top picture) so dense.
There's just something wonderful about catching a flower at its peak. It feels quite lucky. Charmed.
And already the magnolias are bruised, nearly spent. But their thick scent lingers. People are on blankets, in bikinis, no less! (And no more.) But the cool night air prolongs the flowers' lives.
Is there anything so well-designed as a leaf? I love the pleated, tightly packaged bud, unfolding.
Unabashed prettiness, all around us. Nothing wrong with that. It might not be so interesting. But there is some mystery in its fleeting nature. Capturing it here--and sending it along with all best wishes for a joyful holiday weekend.