Penne Cole's thoughts on food, travel and more
I emerged from the doctor’s office, blinking in the sudden bright sunlight that reflected off the brilliantly white piles of slow. I was conveniently near Central Park, so I headed in that direction, eager to see Christo and Jean-Claude’s “The Gates” exhibit.
I had seen pictures of it in the paper, but I wasn’t prepared for the extent of the art work. As far as the eye could see, Central Park’s lanes were covered with vinyl gates draped with saffron cloths. Christo and Jean-Claude had put up 7,503 gates, covering 23 miles. I felt like I was transported to Tokyo or a massive Buddhist monastery,
Except, of course, for the presence of the ubiquitous hot dog man.
This post was inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: From Lines to Patterns.
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