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One brisk January evening, Nanette and I were enjoying a romantic ride in a hansom cab through New York's Central Park. As we rounded a brightly lit bend, the cabby stopped and announced, "There she is, Wollman Rink." The next day I returned to the newly restored ice rink and was delighted with the bustle and noise of dozens of skaters dipping and gliding on the ice. A light snow all but obscured the silhouette of the famous Plaza Hotel. I decided to paint a nostalgic view of this winter scene.

- Thomas Kinkade