Behold the Hudson River in a glorious bit of resplendent afternoon sunlight. It is backed by a bank of blue clouds that serve to set focus on the lone tree holding onto its leafy carriage – the magnificent willow tree you see in the forefront. With its scene-stealing chartreuse coloring, it recalls its early spring incarnation, and I like the parallel poetry inherent in such a play.
Some Sunday blog posts are all about the visual at hand. No more needs to be written. (Especially after writing all this last night.)
