I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.
—Truman Capote

Yesterday, since the weather was so nice and fall is in its prime, I took a stroll around Central Park and decided to park my keister on the Great Lawn. It was gorgeous, guys. None of these photos are retouched or edited. The lighting was just that amazing.

Adventures in bubblemaking in Brooklyn.