April 1 is three weeks gone, and the sun is out, and it's Saturday. The grass gets a workout after its winter rest.
The Long Meadow is, like all Prospect Park's iconic spaces, a place that Brooklynites turn to their own uses. Some choose to bake, prostrate, in the strong spring sun, while others lunge for projectiles--often within the same few square feet.
Digital springtime: Lean against a budding tree and check your phone. Near this guy, a young woman sat cross-legged in blinding sunlight peering at an open laptop.
Get out there with your personal trainer and work the man-buns. The dude in black put his bro in blue through an unlikely series of strength and agility exercises.
Close-up: The redbud was blooming, but why do they call it "redbud"? The buds are the precise color of "orchid" in the old jumbo box of Crayolas, and they have the outrageous habit of blooming in pom-poms directly out of the tree's bark.
Longshot: Pastels, not Crayolas, smudged and hazy. Greens and so much more.