A crisp autumn day in Brooklyn

It took me about two days after I came back from France to fall in love with Brooklyn again. The first day or so was rainy and I missed Paris. Then, I remembered why I live here. It's such a lively, wonderful place in the world. And oh man, do I love my park. Prospect Park. In the fall it's just perfect. A perfect place to be. The trees can be breathtaking. I snapped a few shots that don't do it justice. Autumn is on it's way out...and winter is fast approaching. But here's a glimpse of the autumn trees I saw this week in my neighborhood and "my" park.