"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Hiding place
This is Leonard Ursachi’s "Hiding Place," just inside the Grand Army Plaza entrance to Prospect Park. It’s made out of willow branches and mirrors.
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