synthetic wilderness

central park in bloom: discovery of pink tutus on gnarled branches, natural stained glass chapels under bridges, and Escher-esque railway shadows on gravel pathways.

several artists were on a quest to capture this momentous beauty: painters in smocks on the bridal path, easels in tow, grasping at the synthetic wilderness.

also two rows of elegant Madeline school girls, red patent leather mary janes and matching ribbons, no jackets required.

a few contenders violated public dresscode in nothing but loincloth and coconut oil, desperate for some sunlight in nether regions. no photographic evidence of these improprieties but the sight cracked some pepper on an otherwise mild and idyllic scene.