“Imagine” by John Lennon
Play the song above. Let it be the soundtrack of this post.
Everyone recommended Strawberry Fields: my travel guide, people from the hostel I stayed in, other travelers I met, even my friend in NY mentioned it to me.
Strawberry Fields is a serene patch of land in Central Park dedicated to the memory of John Lennon from his wife, Yoko Ono. It is a designated “quiet zone,” a place where people come to read, walk and reflect in hushed stillness. A circular mosaic tile with the words “Imagine” serves as the focal point of the memorial. Here one will find flowers, some arranged in the ‘peace’ symbol, candles with spent wicks, photographs, and other memorabilia left by tourists and fans. When I was there the centerpiece was strewn with long-stemmed roses.
I wouldn’t call myself a Beatles fan. I like some of their songs: Strawberry fields, Imagine, All You Need is Love, Come together; songs reminiscent of young ideals lost in adulthood. I’m not a fan of John Lennon, but I respect what he represents to most people. And I respect living a life that survives the evanescence of our mortal form.
Here are some images I captured from a day in Central Park.