Outfit For New York During Winter Art

New York City aerial view
New York City aerial view
New York City aerial view
mecha robots patrolling new york city, manhattan
a man in a black and white outfit holding his hands to his face
a man in a yellow and black outfit
Window Frost Style Transfer Example
portrait of two people together
bicyle resting against a wall
Window Frost Style Transfer Example
still life with everyday objects
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a man in a black and brown outfit holding a cigarette
house with front view
a tree in nature
a man in a black outfit is doing a karate pose
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
wide landscape with natural scenery
animal standing in natural pose
urban street with city activity
a painting of a woman in a green outfit
a drawing of a man in a green outfit with a bow and arrow
a drawing of a man in a green outfit with a bow and arrow
serene landscape with mountains and water
a woman in a black outfit is doing a yoga pose
a painting of a man in a green outfit
Autumn maple tree
Essential workers during break
A couple embracing in winter
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
Chef's cooking explosion reaction
Face becoming landscape becoming face
Martial artist breaking stone pillar
Wheat field with distant mountains
Life is all around for us to hold. Spring will come again when we forget the winter cold. Soon will be the summer, when the evenings linger long with jokes and quips and camping trips, a kindred summer song. The time won’t last forever, we can see; still, we should learn the lesson of the tree. In winter snow or summer’s long good-bye, trees keep reaching upward to the sky.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
Trees are always trying to reach the sky; arms stretched out toward heaven ‘til their leaves turn brown and die. Then will come the winter, when they stand the icy wind. waiting for the sun to shine and spring to come again. The drama’s reinacted every year: Leaves come down like clouds of doubt and fear. While on the ground, the winter passes by, every tree keeps reaching to the sky.
The same tree through four seasons
Daily photograph of same street corner for one year
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
This day, though, I hiked another autumn wood. Eastern Europe ancient; overgrown. So thick the view was dark at just a few feet off the path. All red and yellow; orange and brown, a million trees, each one in blazing preparation for long, frozen winter. I cannot but recall my friend’s words, lasting long, though he did not, and the instant truth that follows. Looking upward at the fiery canopy, matched against the bright cerulean sky beyond, I embrace autumn! Winter surely comes one day, but spring beyond. I have a winter to prepare for, but it is not yet.
Siberian brutalist architecture, winter, large scale