when you are young and in central park, you love it. when you are an indie snobbish teenager in central park, it's like, so token, and you'd rather be at a coffee shop that isn't starbucks near Washington Square. when you are an adult in central park, you take it for what it's worth. when you are at least part hopeless romantic living three blocks away from it and it starts snowing, you grab your camera.
i often play tug-of-war with the line that holds strong between foolish optimism and hopeless romanticism. though the verdict is still out on that one in my young romantic life, my photoexpedition to Central Park showed both of those.
i was foolishly optimistic to think my $20 boots would hold up like they promised against the harsh elements of nature. i was foolishly optimistic to think that the wind wouldn't smack me in the face on my brief walk back like they it did on my way there. i was foolishly optimistic to think the delicate snow flakes would land on the tip of my nose and i would be frolicking around the park, spinning in a white wonderland rather than the wintry mix smacking me in the face, making my motion to wear glasses today simply brilliant. not bringing gloves so i could handle my camera easier was foolishly optimistic. okay that was just foolish.
the pictures are hopelessly romantic. the overall experience is hopelessly romantic. the little kid pretending he was an Olympic champion on his man made hill was hopeless romantic. being tucked away under a bridge that i previously had taken pictures of and watching the snow fall was hopelessly romantic. and although no tall dapper guy with piercing eyes and a bouquet came and met me on top of it, i'm okay with this compromise.
i decided i am going to write daily (at least while i am unemployed) and do something for myself daily (at least while i'm unemployed). guess we'll see where this goes.
consider the pictures facebook'd. for the few of you that read this that aren't my facebook friend, i will get a flickr account soon.
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