Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On - By Vivienne Gucwa Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection. We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars. These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing. === On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky. Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City. --- - New York Through The Lens

Home | Galleries | Browse Main Collection / Buy Prints | View Shopping Cart

Contact | Blog

Galleries:

View More
Galleries..

New York City photography by Vivienne Gucwa.

gallery pages: << < 11 12 13 14 15 16 > >>

< 122 of 219 >

Adagio - Light Through Autumn Trees - Central Park - By Vivienne Gucwa

It’s in the way the sunlight streams through the last vestiges of autumn: as golden as the leaves that hold onto their branches.

It’s in the way the earth bares itself under this fanfare: as vulnerable as new lover’s heartbeats buried under layers of clothing.

Winter’s prelude starts slowly: a distant refrain that works its way through the earth chilled in anticipation.

We slow-dance on this mortal coil to the adagio of life twisting and turning with the whims of the winds that scatter our spirit to the ends of the earth.

It’s all we can do.

Sunset Over Central Park and the New York City Skyline - By Vivienne Gucwa

When the sun stretches its fingers across the surface of the sky, it holds the city in the palm of its hand.

And the sky and the impossible melt away if only for a moment.

---

Taken from the Top of the Rock (which is located at the top of 30 Rockefeller Center) looking North over Central Park, the eastern part of Manhattan and the skyscrapers of midtown Manhattan.

---

These City Streets - New York City Alley at Night - By Vivienne Gucwa

These city streets: at night they pulsate through our dreams branching out like dendrites sending their synaptic transmissions into our collective memory.

---

Tribeca, New York City

Kissed by the Sun - Summer - Central Park Conservatory Garden - New York City - By Vivienne Gucwa

Kissed by the sun, the day lingers long into the night.

Earth devours every last bit of of light as trees sway with their graceful branches adorned by summer's heavy garlands.

And the glow of daylight's promises basks in its transient longevity.

---

Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On - By Vivienne Gucwa

Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection.

We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars.

These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing.

===

On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky.

Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City.

---

Rainy Afternoon on Pell Street - Chinatown - New York City - By Vivienne Gucwa

Looking through the bleary-eyed clouds that fill the sky above, the cracks of the city's streets and sidewalks stretch across its body like wrinkles on well-worn skin while street signs and buildings melt into each other pouring themselves into a river of colors.

And in the twilight of the afternoon's memories, the sky's tears fall.

---

Dance of the Trees - Cherry Blossoms - New York City - By Vivienne Gucwa

When no one is looking, the trees dance.

With their limbs outstretched and their blossoms blush-pink and white in the heat of the sun's glow, they whirl gracefully with each and every pirouette.

And the wind hold their limbs close to its heart twirling them around whispering utterances of love on every warm breeze.

---

Sunday Morning on Orchard Street - Lower East Side - New York City - By Vivienne Gucwa

On cold city mornings, birds pepper the bone-white sky with movement.

And through the haze left over by clouds caught in the scuffle between autumn and winter, the wind rushes through the streets like the ghosts of yesterday's thoughts.

---

New York City Skyline Sunset Panorama - By Vivienne Gucwa

A panorama of the New York City skyline in silhouette at sunset.

To view a larger version of this (to see the details), go here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/vivnsect/7572009290/in/photostream/lightbox/

---

Winter's Bare Branches - Holding On

- By Vivienne Gucwa

Stuck somewhere between the heart and lips pushed down by the echoes of memory echoes loss: the mirror reflection of connection.

We spend our lives shedding pieces of ourselves: molted hopes and dreams that slough off into the thoughts of everyone we meet like stardust falling to the Earth from distant stars.

These are the pieces we hold on to: the pieces that are part of us that can never be put back into the same place again after they dissolve into nothing.

===

On a bleak winter day, clusters of branches reach out towards each other against the backdrop of a bone-grey sky.

Taken at Socrates Sculpture Park in Long Island City - Queens, New York City.

---