Tuesday
LOCATION: Prospect Park | Brooklyn, NY
APPEARING: N/A
APPEARING: N/A
It had been a long time since I wandered Prospect Park with or without a camera. What was thrilling at the start of summer lost its sheen by the end. Promises to appreciate and use the park at every opportunity soon became only occasional visits when the sun was bright enough (but not too bright), and my legs felt compelled enough.
And then, it got cold.
And for some reason, it was as if I had remembered the park.
It was time to reconnect, and appreciate once again. What better place than a sun-speckled pathway of old trees, and a lonely lamp post. For this, my normal documentary lenses would not be necessary. And old friend-- a lens from the 1960s that smudges highlights wide-open and glows just right-- was calling too.
And then, it got cold.
And for some reason, it was as if I had remembered the park.
It was time to reconnect, and appreciate once again. What better place than a sun-speckled pathway of old trees, and a lonely lamp post. For this, my normal documentary lenses would not be necessary. And old friend-- a lens from the 1960s that smudges highlights wide-open and glows just right-- was calling too.
