On Thursday afternoon, the wind shifted, the air became crisp and dusk arrived a little earlier than it had the night before and, just like that, summer gave way to autumn. Being my favorite season, I bid summer a perfunctory adieu reached for my cashmere, sipped an apple cider at the farmer's market and started planning a trip to the Catskills, but before I cruise up to the mountains, I decided to enjoy the begining of fall in the New Yorker's version of nature.
bouncy street performers
a man playing the accordion, sitting on a vintage suitcase while shaking a tambourine affixed to his foot
view of the west side from the lake
77th Street Entrance to the Museum of Natural History