Yesterday, we took our dog Lucky to play frisbee in the park by the river. We always go there, because for some reason almost no one else ever does, and he can run around off-leash doing his thing. It was great fun to see him frolicking in the soft clean snow, and leaping in the air to catch the day-glo toy. There was no wind at all, the sun was shining and although we could see the Manhattan skyline directly across the water, it almost felt as if we were alone in the country, peaceful and quiet like that. In the middle of the park was a giant tree that had been knocked on its side, its roots snapped off and sticking out like a handful of split ends. That tree was, or rather had been, at least 20 feet tall, and easily 70 years old, and somehow despite its size had been felled by the storm this past week—perhaps by nothing more than the weight of the snow. Seeing something like that, it’s hard not to be reminded of the fragility of life and endings that come before they should, especially on the first day of a new decade.

 

 

 

 

 

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by on ‎01-29-2011 11:50 PM

Ahh everyone's leaving.... this is downright sad.

 

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