Pink clouds are so special and significant to me. I don’t know why, and I can’t recall when it became so…but they remind me of my Papa, who passed three years ago in June. Somehow, I always hear his voice and it tells me to look up and notice when the clouds are pink. Needless to say, I love this photo, and I feel very blessed to have captured it my last week in New York.
148th Street, Harlem, New York