Christo's Gates

The last day The Gates were exhibited was a chilly Sunday. I braved the cold to see them and realized that there is no way a photograph can convey their effect, casting a golden glow over the wintery landscape, reflected on the icy paths and in the chilly water of Central Park Lake. The cloth furled and unfurled in the wind, throwing shades of orange across the snowy fields and transforming the frozen park into a beautiful, magical space.


No cars allowed  


Gates reflected on the pathway  


A parade of gates 


Proudly guarding the Gates 


From inside the Time Warner Center (inspired by a photo taken by the biblioholic) 

Christo and Jeanne-Claude: The Gates

The Gates: An Experiment in Collective Memory