Prospect Park, Brooklyn, Fall.
Matches the current mood: somber, melancholy, the heightened sense that all this beauty will pass.
On the way to the park.
This is what is meant by fall colors.
We need more open green spaces at home.
For every concrete monstrosity, make the mall developers build parks. But who will alienate the money?
Parks are “non-revenue areas” and we are warned that vagrants, junkies, criminals will take them over. So only the rich can afford parks. Instead of breathing and walking among the trees, we go shopping for things we don’t really need, incur debts, drown ourselves in stuff.
A Richard Meier building
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