I am ashamed to admit it, but after working in the city for more than a decade and living in the vicinity of Central Park for over two years, I’ve never noticed the abundance of linden trees until this spring. I decided to walk home through Central Park after a long day at work. And it was just one of those perfect spring days when it’s warm, but not hot; when the sun is on its way down, but still warms your face with its rays; when people around you are still going somewhere, but their pace is much slower and more relaxed. It was almost like having an out-of-body experience… watching myself strolling and smiling for no reason at all, feeling happy. And the air was filled with unmistakably sweet and powerful fragrance of linden flowers.
Linden trees have always had a certain sentimental value for me because they remind me of home. There were plenty of them behind our apartment building in Moscow and when I was a teenager, I remember collecting the flowers for our homemade tea. Walking through the park on that day, I kind of wished I had my camera to capture lindens’ heart-shaped leaves and small yellowish flowers, but I was also grateful to just be in that moment (which is very hard for me as a photographer to do) and let my senses run wild… Plus I knew I’d come back.