Even at the end of October, you would never know that this brilliant green tree in Riverside Park is my favorite flame tree in New York.
But it is. And this year, it fired up brighter than ever. On a chilly day last week, I took photos of the tree, and of the dog with the tree. Then a man came along and offered to take a photo of me with the dog and the tree. Here is a slide show. (If you hover over the image, arrows will appear to click forward. Or you can just let it play by itself.)
Then I walked north on a leaf-strewn path, the trees and bushes still oddly green.
A Parks worker had told me that he kept seeing one of the Red-tailed hawks hanging out at the playground above Grant’s Tomb, near around 124th Street, hunting squirrels. I hadn’t seen hawks in the park for a while, so off I went, sheltered by towering trees.
The dog and I walked on leaves like stars.
In the Forever Wild section above 116th Street, someone had created a mandala out of leaves and berries.
Let’s take a closer look.
Ah. Beautiful. Thank you, mysterious maker.
Up at the playground, trees burned orange.
I found no hawks, but the gorgeous colors of a blue-hatted sleeping man with summer-green leaves behind him provided recompense for the walk, had recompense been needed.
Since that walk, I’ve been seeing plenty of hawks. Or the same hawks, plenty of times. I can’t tell which. I see them perched in the park. I see them circling high overhead, and I see them from my window, surveying their domain from the tops of water towers.
I’ll post more on avian water tower action, soon.