I took these photos the other night between 6 and 7 pm. The light was so amazing and perfect. Carl Shurz Park is this little gem in Manhattan very close to where I live that is so beautiful and magical and I think of it as my park. In the nice weather it can be jam packed with people. I don't like it so much then. On rainy or colder days I may be the only person in the park, except for the people walking their dogs. Since Sasha died last July I don't have that honor anymore. Soon I will get another dog, I'm just not ready yet. So I walk around and visit all our old haunts and look at the dogs in the dog run and dream. I sit near the bridge in the photo above and paint or bring my guitar and play. Anything to connect me to my park again, bittersweet though it is.