Sunday, March 27, 2011

Spring in Manhattan

This is just because I love Bill Cunningham (quirky as he is) and because I remember what Spring means on the island of Manhattan:  Crocuses burried under dead leaves or pushing through melting patches of snow, the AM flower district, designer store window watching and good old fashioned people watching.

Mentally and emotionally Spring has always represented the rebirth of hope and possibility, and no city does this season better than New York.

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