I was in the city to meet with a friend of my sister who was visiting from Manila last Saturday. This was our second meeting and I just wanted to catch up with her before she left, hand her a few things for my sister, and just have a different kind of Saturday lunch in the city. Something for me.
I couldn’t believe how many people were walking up and down on a Saturday, and I guess I really shouldn’t be complaining because that means good business for my city. We met, had lunch and said our goodbyes. (And there will be another post about that.) I deposited her over at Carnegie Hall on 57th and Seventh Avenue and went on my way. I had already made up my mind that I would make my way to the bus stop through Central Park to snap up some pictures and to do a bit of some exercise for the day. I wasn’t quite up to walking all the way to my favorite Bethesda Fountain a bit of a ways in from the 59th street edge of the park, but I thought it would be a short detour to head towards the bus stop on Madison and 57th.
I missed my little guy. He always enjoys spending time here because it’s such a wide swathe of open space, and the rock formations are great for make-believe mountains and battles in his imagination. He likes picking up twigs on the ground and using them as swords to fight off his imaginary foes.
I didn’t quite go as far as his favorite rock formation around The Ramble which I am sure we will visit again soon.
I always encourage friends visiting from other places to visit even just the outer fringe of Central Park to have a sense of its feel and flavor, but when you’re visiting all those other landmarks that dot the streets of this beautiful city, it ends up as an afterthought.
This is already my second visit this year, and I hope to visit more often in the coming weeks. There is always so much going on and even just the changing of the colors and elements of nature surrounding the park can be so awe-inspiring. I usually end up walking the trails of the park in the fall when the foliage is the prettiest and most breath-taking, but I want to see it in its full splendor in the spring. (Right, Lou?)
You’d think that working on 42nd and Sixth Avenue and being relatively in the same area of Manhattan would make that a breeze — but it isn’t, and it does take some effort to make it happen. My shots this grey but pleasant Saturday have inspired me to try harder at being in this corner of my city more often this year.
Walking towards the east, I approached the Pond (of Home Alone fame) from the west side of the Gapstow Bridge and caught some nice snapshots of the water reflecting the landscape around it. I guess it’s because the sky was the way it was, and because I was viewing the water from where I was standing. The reflection doesn’t come out as perfectly as the shot below from angles closer to the eastern side of the bridge.
By the time I got to this side of the park, the clouds had started to gather up above. That, plus the flowers in bloom were beginning to droop down towards the ground instead of standing proud looking up at the sun like usual — a sign that it was about to rain.
I exited on to 59th street and Fifth Avenue, heading out via the Plaza Hotel side to make my way to 57th. Always well worth the detour even on an afternoon I’m trying to get home as fast as I can… What’s your favorite part of Central Park?