Central Park has to be my favorite place in the whole world (so far.)

This vast, intricate, juxtaposing landscape that sits nonchalantly in one of the largest metropolitan areas in the world is enough to inspire awe.

I saw images of Central Park in films and photos, but actually being there, embracing the reverence of nature— IN NEW YORK CITY?! I could not have been more taken aback.

There were large pine trees, hills, pastures, forests; nature at its most raw. The air smelt pure and clean. There was a different type of vibration to it; the park was alive. The park could be understood; there was a rhythm to it. Just as you become comfortable and secure in where you were, BAM! Change of scenery. A lake.

Of course, I will note that this park was partially man-made and arranged, but that only adds to the wonder of it all. Much of Central Park was land that was naturally there. I was bewildered to learn that the hills were there. The rocks were there. New York City was a vast, hilly, natural place to be; the spirit of the land preserved.

Of all the development done to NYC, New England, the entire west coast since the first colonizers arrived, the spirit of the land that is Central Park preserves. I love it.

If you have not, I recommend spending at least one full day in Central Park; I spent 2, (ok, maybe 3).

The following photos were taken on top of the Rockefeller Center (Top of the ROCk).

I am still processing how well these photos came out.