This year I missed the season when the heather in Fort Tryon Park reigned alone in the garden. Last Saturday it may have no longer been alone, but it still held its own beautifully against the daffodils, pansies and flamboyant trees that were starting to bloom. In the rest of the park, where things are left to be more foresty and wild-looking, some unknown-to-me yellow bush was starting to explode all over the place, looking like it might set the bare trees on fire. Yellow was the dominant color throughout, and its effects as a mood elevator were pretty clear. Combine this with long vistas, open sky, and bird song that almost drowned out the hum of the Westside Highway, and you have a good antidote for my Urban Brain Frenzy (UBF). Is SO a disease. Well, you wouldn't want to be around me during an attack. Ask my local friends. Oh, the whinging, the snarling, the snapping.
I have a deep fondness for the George Washington Bridge, not only because it often is the escape route to some nice places (and yes, there are some very nice places in Jersey, you snobs), but I also just think the bridge itself is pretty. And when looking from Fort Tryon Park, I even find the South Bronx rather pretty. Amazing what trees and some distance can do to my outlook.
Can anyone tell me what this bush is? It's everywhere, and I love it.
Sorry if the image on the right stirs up a wee bit of vertigo, but I liked the composition better at a slight angle.