Manhattan is quiet. Each morning, I cross the luxurious expanse of the avenue, freshly paved, and enter Olmsted's human-sized terrarium. I have begun to notice the birds. I'm not sure if that's because there are more of them and fewer humans, or if I have just slowed down enough to notice them.
starlings in the park
starlings in the park
starlings in the park
Manhattan is quiet. Each morning, I cross the luxurious expanse of the avenue, freshly paved, and enter Olmsted's human-sized terrarium. I have begun to notice the birds. I'm not sure if that's because there are more of them and fewer humans, or if I have just slowed down enough to notice them.