A bitter cold Epiphany morning, after the first snowfall of 2017. We saw a few "bro" types walking around Brooklyn in shorts and flip-flops, but this bro, one of the two "Horse Tamers" at the Park Circle, has them beat for under-dressed macho.
A nearby lion sheds snowy tears.
But we're not here to admire the statuary; we're here for "tree-cycling." It's the circle of life: The (only slightly crispy) tree stuffed in our trunk was dragged home from the Greenmarket, at Prospect Park's other end, just a week before Christmas.
It always saddens me to see them, stripped of their finery and fed into the chipper, as the glorious, resinous smell of Christmas fills the air one last time.
Some bags of mulch, a consolation prize.
And so all the Christmas festivity wraps up, just as winter's journey really begins its slog. Time for the Wise Men to go back home by a different route and remember what they saw beneath the star.
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