Red tulip

Every Spring the esplanade along upper Park Avenue blooms with block after block of tulips and bustles with photographers taking a zillion photos. Often passing the area, I have a front row seat on the tulips growth from beginning buds to their last shrunken petals fluttering to the ground. My favorite stage these days is at the beginning when the young leaves start to curl upward and outward as the tulip buds spring up. Making sensuous compositions, the leaves swirl around the stems, rippling around each other and stretching skyward in graceful curves,

Depending on the light, the leaves range from palest green to luxurious black-greens, a rich counterpoint to the brilliant tulip colors. But in my eyes, bright as those colors are, they play second fiddle to the dynamic leaf patterns surrounding them. And speaking of patterns, that’s the fun of the leaves–searching for a rhythm, a strong interplay between shapes, bisecting curves and shadows.

After the coldest, snowiest winter I can remember, I, along with all new Yorkers, await these fresh spring tableaus with eager eyes.

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