As an octogenarian with strong, supple knees, I am fortunate to live on the Upper West Side with walking proximity to both Riverside and Central Parks. “Never leave home without a camera” is my mantra, and has been since I discovered digital photo making on retirement from teaching a decade ago.
Thanks to Christo and Jeanne-Claude for “The Gates” project in 2005, I was able to practice the triad of Aperture, ISO and Exposure settings in my first tiny point-and-shoot camera. The project’s saffron nylon curtains in Central Park billowed into blue sky, sun and February winter air, sparking my love for rich color and mystical shapes.
Alas, the project was short-lived, destined for obliteration after a brief two weeks. Since then, I have searched for a scene reminiscent, when wind shapes color, lifting fabric into a dance of artful form and dreamlike beauty.
Behold! It happened on a rain-soaked windy day in June by Riverside Park. A bicyclist came whizzing by and a strong summer breeze insinuated under his lemon-colored slicker and lifted it skyward so that he appeared ready to fly off if he so wished.