photo tribute to these discarded trees whose job has come and gone. I don't think it will ever stop being interesting to me. It probably speaks to the bigger picture of why I am so mesmerized by this city. It is just such a different way of life, from the transportation to the grocery shopping, from walking your dog to the home you live in, from the food to the way you trash your Christmas tree. Living in New York City is subways and bodegas, it's dog parks and apartments, it's every food at any hour of the day. And in January it is piles upon piles of green trees on every block, in front of restaurants, brownstones, and the most couture shops in the city.
And I love it.
It makes me sad and happy.
I love imagining every one of those trees lit, tinseled, and ornamented in the tiniest apartment in the city and in the fanciest store on Park Avenue.
Seeing these trees is something I oddly look forward to when I'm in the city in January.
Even though it's a sad kind of beauty,
it's still beauty.