The other day, a tiny, red leaf on the sidewalk caught my eye. I didn’t stop to take a photo—remarkably—but it did start me noticing fallen leaves: the colors, the shapes, the patterns. I didn’t think about plants much before I was a certain age, and it’s likely only that I’m now even older that I find autumn so poignant. But this post isn’t meant to be a meditation on mortality (fun as those are). It’s a reminder that you can find astonishing beauty everywhere, even on a New York City sidewalk, if you’re looking.
Thank you Erik for these beautiful images!
I love the textured backgrounds. Well done and thanks.
The hardest Where in Tribeca ever?
Predictably, I LOVE these.
Very lovely! Thank you.
It was White Street, right?