Somedays I love the photographs that I upload on the monitor. Other days I am disappointed. What pops us is banal and poorly composed. But yesterday I got a bunch of keepers, images that resonated beauty and springtime. My winding path through Central Park from East 72nd Street to West 68th Street afforded views that made me happy to be alive enjoying the bounties of nature, smack in the center of New York City. Full magnolia trees now shedding petals, a lake with a raft-sleeping duck and another nearby lake with women rowing, brazen greenery of leafing willows under an even blue sky, and finally a bed of backlit tulips had me humming all the way home.