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Dad spent countless days in New York's Central Park painting and drawing. For our family, Central Park was a free playground. After entering the United States in 1956, from 1960 to 1968 we lived in a small railroad-style apartment in uptown Manhattan, in an area called Spanish Harlem. Our home was just a few long blocks from Central Park, so it was a regular destination.

I remember the many days we spent in the park and at the Metropolitan Museum of Art when it was free to the public. And I remember going on the old carousel and playing near the sailboat pond.

On this day in 2005, Dad and I were back in our playground. We revisited a few of the spots he painted from long ago, and he sat down and did it all over again at the beautiful Bow Bridge. ❤️

Through My Father's Eyes