A Walk Through Central Park

A Walk Through Central Park

When I was 15 years old I went on a photography field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and Central Park with my high school photo I class. Behind my single reflex Minolta people and nature became interesting- their movements, their stillness, their essence. I saw shadows and shapes everywhere, and the world pulsed with life. I would walk for hours and shot stills sometimes waiting like Bresson, or catching flight like Lartigue, or following the urban life like Steiglitz.

The adventure in seeking the shot was paralleled only by the magic made in the dark room.  After four years of high school photography, I was mediocre at best during the development process, but nothing could have stopped me from losing myself in the glow of the enlarger and baths of chemicals. My least favorite was rolling the film in the sightless bag. I lost many photos in this blindspot. All said I shot thousands of photos; sometimes missing my next classes, lunch, coming in early and leaving late. Working the dark room taught me a work ethic that follows me to this day. Unfortunately, all but 2 photos were lost in a family move from Long Island to Texas.

The pictures I took walking through Central Park last week reminded me of these earlier photos.

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