The Lake

The Lake in Central Park is an oasis amidst the hustle of the city. Its still waters, green surroundings, and picturesque views provide an ideal environment for walking, taking a boat ride, or simply relaxing. Not to mention the Canada gooses and ducks wondering and racing to be the first one to catch that piece of bread that watchers throw. Overall, it’s a great lake in Central Park.

The Lake in Central Park is wonderful because it is surrounded by natural scenery. Also, people can rent a boat during the spring to fall season. The Lake has lots of wildlife inside it from snapping turtles to ducks. Also, a reminder not to feed the wildlife this is because it can attract hungry snapping turtles.

Central Park's Lake takes on a magical transformation in winter, turning into a serene wonderland where nature and the city's skyline harmonize in a breathtaking symphony. As temperatures drop and snow blankets the landscape, The Lake becomes a picturesque winter wonderland. The water's surface may freeze over, creating a pristine, icy expanse that reflects the surrounding trees and buildings. The combination of frozen waters, frosted trees, and the occasional snowfall paints a scene that's nothing short of enchanting. It's a photographer's dream, with every angle offering a postcard-perfect view. Despite being in the heart of a bustling city, the Lake in winter offers a sense of serenity. The hushed stillness, broken only by the crunch of snow underfoot, invites contemplation and relaxation. Depending on the weather conditions, you might spot ice skaters gracefully gliding across the frozen lake, adding a touch of romance to the setting. Nearby, the iconic Bow Bridge provides a stunning backdrop for winter strolls. Winter is also a great time for birdwatching, as you might catch a glimpse of ducks and other waterfowl that make the frozen lake their temporary home. Central Park's Lake in winter is a testament to the park's versatility and its ability to offer different experiences throughout the year. Whether you're seeking a peaceful escape or a snowy adventure, this wintry landscape is a five-star destination that showcases the harmony between nature and the city.

I would highly recommend taking out a boat onto the lake and just looking at the scenery! It was such a fun and relaxing activity. It gives you a great view of the area and a good way to escape the city for a second. The service was good, and you can't beat $20 for an hour. We had to give in a deposit, which we got back since we came before the hour was up.

Surreal lake surrounded by dense forest cover leading to a high castle view! Lots of turtles come up the steps, while boating in this view is fun too!

Second favorite lake of Central Park. The lake with the skyscraper in the backdrop captures the juxtaposing essence of Manhattan. There are small pergolas on the sides where you can see the peaceful lake, feed the turtles and the ducks. The lake keeps the city sane for sure.

The air is humid and warm, a kind thought that knows I feel loved by its touch on my skin, where it melts into me on a day like today that feels a little less than whole. I came to sit by the water, so maybe I could be the girl who sits by the water who, if you turned a close eye to the very center of her beating heart, has quiet peace and fullness. I wanted that instead of what I find in my center today- a hole, a little less than whole. Walking down a muddy side path, the ground was crossed with a snail’s silver remembering of time. Or maybe the silver was mica. The same sheets of silver I saw in the dream of my childhood- silver sheets of rock, a field making the sound of rain and clapping beneath my feet, curving like an iris against gray clouds, between which a lone kangaroo bridged the ground and the sky as it turned to look at me. The water’s surface moves like it’s raining, though it isn’t. I think about how rain falling into a pond is just water rejoining itself. The sun kisses my right side. A turtle’s shell is peeling off. The clouds open up windows of blue above the city. I settle more into the rock. Around me, there is what is. An elderly couple watches the turtles. Families glide green canoes across green glass, and their voices skim across the water like ice skims across ice. I have come during summer, and the flowers murmur in the breeze, reminding me to be slow and listen. And a lot of people have come to sit on this silver rock and look at the water like me. The city breathes beyond the tree edges. Pictures are taken, someone stumbles and laughs. I stand to go and the rock surface has left thoughts of a burnt red ocean on the backs of my thighs. I wonder if I’ve become more like the girl that I wanted to be when I arrived, someone whose heart has peace and quiet where mine has a hole (today). Maybe I have. Do I feel a little more full, has the hole sighed in upon itself for a moment? I don’t know. But it’s nice to sit for a moment, while other people have come here too. I’m sure they are thinking about whatever it is that lives at the center of their own quietly beating hearts, too.

Central Park, has to be one of the best places to go for a run. Beautiful skyline and just overall a really nice atmosphere!