Saturday, February 28, 2015
After my usual Saturday grind running in and out of the kitchen at Ngam Restaurant I decided to venture on a shooting expedition through Central Park. Starting point? Columbus Circle, maybe. End point? You can never really determine these things in advance.
Quickly, what started out as a sunny winter afternoon, became a dark and deeply cold winter night. Despite the cold, there is something to be said about having Central Park to yourself in the dead of night.
That's the great thing about winter in general. As many photographers will probably tell you, it's the best and most gratifying time to shoot. Not only scenic, but solitary and serene.
I found myself alone at Bethesda Fountain and it was one of the most magical moments I've spent in all my five years in NYC. Such a drastic comparison to the throngs of tourists and the bustle of street performers and singers and musicians that had surrounded this very spot on my previous visit.
I could even see stars, which any New Yorker will tell you, is nearly impossible from anywhere else in the city.