Staying on the Upper West Side in Manhattan gives easy access to the Ramble--a short walk and your're in at West 77th Street. Winter colors predominate-- I saw a crested titmouse, a nuthatch and heard the beautiful twirring song of a cardinal. I also viewed the Bonnard exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. His small journals and watercolors were on display within the larger exhibit of oil paintings. He wrote, "I always make a quick directly observed watercolor that helps me enormously and without which any subsequent work would be impossible. I set down my impressions of the colors. I refer to this sketch constantly to avoid going off track when executing the work itself."
"Purple in the grays, vermillion in the shadows, on a cold, fine day." --Pierre Bonnard
The arches and bridges of Central Park give structure to the winter landscape. I appreciate the long shadows cast by the stately hardwoods--it's a view we rarely see in the northwest.
The view of the Beresford Apartments across the Lake through the haze of winter berries on the island was the story of the Park in winter for me. Just blocks away, millions of people, but no sense of that in the quiet of the Ramble on a cold winter's day. Wilderness is found in many places, some very unexpected.