Boats Under Bow Bridge, Central Park
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Sunlight streaming over Bow Bridge. Central Park, New York City.
For a while I consciously went out of my way to avoid places like Central Park. My reasoning for avoiding these places was peppered with the jadedness I referenced in a few recent posts. In my mind, there were already far too many photos of Central Park. I couldn’t imagine how I could add anything to the extensive existing catalog of visual representations of such a widely known spot.
It was one of those days where there was just a bit of briskness in the air accompanied by the last pangs of summer heat. I didn’t go to the park to take photos (even though I had my camera). I told myself I was there primarily to walk around and enjoy the last remnants of warm weather. I took a moment to rest on the grass. As I looked to my right, the most magnificent rays of sunlight started streaming over Bow Bridge illuminating the people in the row boats and the water on the lake.
The ability to capture these uniquely experienced moments is at the core of photography. Cameras become jars with which to capture moments that flicker like fireflies. In this way, photographers are moment collectors and dream catchers. Every collected moment and every captured dreamscape is the result of the tiny flicker that catches the photographer’s eye in such a profound way that it becomes an impossible feat to deny the urge to embrace the moment by capturing it in a photo.