When your not looking beauty finds you.... A walk in Central Park

Gabriel my walking buddy
One of my favorite places in the city at any hour and especially in the very early hours just before the dawn, or the start of dusk, is the upper west side entrance of Central Park on 86th street . I don't have access to it on a daily basis, and visiting it is almost like a vacation while in the city or a "staycation". 
There are very few public parks in Athens that are well cared for unfortunately, and my search for nature while in Manhattan is ever more present, so I crave that connection with the smell of freshly cut grass and the explosion of aroma from blooming flowers. 

Cantral Park Photo. Eleana K.

I recently took care of my favorite dog friend Gabriel. My canine friend and his mum live in a lovely apartment in the Upper West Side right next to the park, so our long walks transformed into small excursions in the early days of summer. After two hours walking and exploring, I was in a constant state of nirvana with the endless beauty of the flowers, the gardens, the people laid out in the late afternoon sun, and the soft summer night air as we returned back home. Central Park transforms during the spring and summer into an urban oasis, a jungle within the urban jungle. Here's a little photographic tour, as my words fail to describe the beauty I discovered. This is my little escape from the busy, loud NY streets. Enjoy.




Central Park bridges. Photo Eleana K.



Photo by Eleana K.
photo by Eleana K.

Photo by Eleana K.
The Jackie Kennedy Onassis Reservoir Photo by Eleana K.






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