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.  

08.15.2013  |  148th Street, Harlem, New York