Autumn Light.

The sun in autumn has a way of attacking buildings in such a deft manner. Like here, at the 92nd St. Y, giving length, life and light to the brightly colored rays of its entrance ramp.




Or through my window on an idle Saturday, caressing the building across the street with its golden glow or beaming in through my color slide "curtains" and bouncing onto the wall beside my bed.




I know that sight is too familiar on this blog, but every single time it happens it looks so magical that it feels new again.

love,
*jenna*