F. Scott Fitzgerald once described New York City: “Over the great bridge, with sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.”
This is exactly what I experienced when standing in the middle of a silent, snow drenched Central Park. With its backdrop of concrete and metal, you can never go too far without being reminded that you are always right in the center of a metropolis. This is a scan of one my favorite darkroom prints from one of those moments in the park.