Central Park, New York City.
At the heart of Manhattan, its lung and playground, place for loving and for crying, for long and relaxing walks or for run from the bikes…for a photographer, it’s a playground of illusions, where I go again and again , and never felt bored or at the end of my creativity.
Endless possibilities, Central Park is the “plaza” where artists – not only photographers, but writers, painters, singers, music players, performers and so many more – can easily put to work their imagination…
This is an essay made with a mix of color and black white photographs.
No anticipated routes or times, just what I found there.
Thanks to my unexpected participant, my daughter Iaem, who loves old cameras, and was with me all the way…
Give your feed back, thank you; that’s why I’m sharing.