I spend most of my year perfectly happy as a resident of a small city. I enjoy the time I spend in the countryside and painting the countryside. However, I am delighted when I have the opportunity to visit a huge city such as New York. The crowds, commotion, and cacophony alert my neurology. I quicken as I view the shops and restaurants, the museums and theatres. The spot that I painted here joins my regular life to this frantic metropolis time. Here at the edge of Central Park, that countryside in the city, there is a balance of quiet and chaos. At this spot, even the occasional horse plods by, pulling a carriage of tourists not Mennonites.