#101 Looking South from The Ramble

(June 2011) A cold January day back in 2007. All roads ahead seemed closed. Life was, like the weather that day, frosty, bleak. When I moved to the Upper West Side my morning runs took me over this spot many times and as the seasons turned, the grays turned to greens then browns then back to grays again. The Ramble in Central Park is a wonderful place and probably unknown to many, if not most, Manhattanites. It is the only hilly wooded area south of 72nd Street and when you are inside it and the birds are chirping and you catch a glimpse of water through the trees, you can, for a second, lose yourself and forget you are in New York. Years later, I planned to propose to Julie on the lake over by the gazebo (at the center of the watercolor.) It didn't work out that way but that's another story.