I hurry my pace to get there before the sunset. Besides the fact that I was late, I missed the stop to transfer to local trains, so I missed my station. Fortunately the place was still lively – as usual – with kids and adults enjoying a white Central Park. Soft hills dressed in snow, inviting to play on the winter face of this soul of the city.
Only my phone with me. Right now my cameras are far from here, in another city, waiting to come to live with me in NY.
The light was not as good as I would have liked, but I took a few scenes and squeezed out some brightness so they would not go so insipid and reflect more what my eyes saw and felt. To one of them I have given a special tone because I like it. I hope you do too.