Thursday, February 5, 2009

From the Archives

I was in New York City for one day. I had only a few hours left to kill. So I went to Central Park. Central Park is so big. I had no idea how big it was. I was in the middle of this big city and I couldn't even tell. I just started walking around. Every turn I took I was more and more astounded at where I was. Then my path collided with another path and I looked up and saw this path and bridge.

Central Park bridge

I felt like I was the first one to ever find this bridge after years of being hidden. I felt lucky. So I took a picture. Really I may have snapped one or two, I can't remember but it turned out great. This photo and it reminds me of my first time exploring Central Park. After I took the picture it was time to head back to the airport. And off I went.

1 comment:

xhart said...

This is part of the genius of Olmsted's design of Central Park -- the sheer implausibility of feeling completely alone in a well-aged natural setting while you're in the center of Manhattan. Your shot captures that feeling well.