Another Famous Gates

Lots of people think of Bill when they hear Gates, but not me.  Remember the orangy-yellow dancing  gates, stiching their way  through Central Park?  They froliced in the February snow and wind and then hung quietly, waiting for a puff.  We could see a breeze march its way down the Harlem Hill, past the reservour and the dormant gardens, through the rambles and over the lawns.  We could feel the weather passing by,  lifting a spirit, almost like a summer rain. 

Central Park, furled

And then,

The Gates, Christo and Jeanne-Claude, February 2005.