After eleven hours straight inside one building, essentially in two rooms and the hallway and stairwell between them, I am in need of some nature therapy. Luckily, New York has my back with the beautiful Central Park. My mile plus walk across the Park rejuvenates me on my way home, ready to stitch or sketch as the spirit moves me.
And then the train ride home said, “Don’t forget about me.” And the sun was beginning to set over the water. It’s hard taking pictures on a moving train, but trust me, in person it was lovely.