It's Time Now follows the shifting seasons in the city but in spirit it is not very different from the celebrated Tresselt-Duvoisin rural chronicle that began with White Snow, Bright Snow. Urban contours and colors are softened, trees and parks appear to be plentiful, and the signs of the seasons include many characteristics of an older, more leisurely era (e.g. the flower peddler emerging with his wagon in spring). There are youngsters playing hopscotch and jacks (on an abnormally wide side-walk), others flying kites (among the buildings?), but no play streets, no open hydrants, no stoopball. What is not a literal view of inner city life today is, however, an appreciation of the best of the yearly round, climaxing with Christmas. And it is a tonic to look at.