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  • As the deep chill that is currently blanketing the northeastern United States slowly migrates my way, these photographs from a warm lunchtime exactly one week ago seem to belong to a different season altogether as well as another year.

    Last year.

    Only a few days ago, yet the weight of that delineation has already stretched time beyond the usual manageable interval. It seems like a very long time ago.

    No matter.

    Looking back to that warm afternoon compensates somewhat for the encroaching cold. Warm, yet bare and stark under a bright near-midwinter sun. It's at times like this, with the green blanket of spring and summer and the brown dusting of autumn removed, that the bones and skeleton of the park come into clearest view. The trails and paths stand out like the veins and arteries of a medical diagram, clear and open for the gentle roll of my corpuscular self.

    So roll I did.
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