In my case, love of this world, love of nature, love of our life in and as part of it.
New York City’s winter leaf cover has been blown away and stuffed into large, shiny, pristine black plastic bags.
That’s just what I spotted in the first mile of a recent walk along Riverside Drive heading south from the 150s.
It was an unseasonably warm winter, a concept that could be rendered meaningless within a decade, as memories of snowfall fade.
Of course, by the time we have done so, we will be way past the point of drawing such lines in the rock.
Locations:
New York, Riverside, Earth’s