These are pictures from my trip to see the Christo art installation in Central Park, NYC, on February 25.
I was using a borrowed camera and I am not Ansel Adams, so I apologize for my photographic shortcomings.
Snow fell the previous evening, so Central Park was quite serene.
I walked through the park from south to north. In the southern part, where many paths converge, the
effect of the Gates was overwhelming - like endless orange draperies. Also, the southern area was quite crowded
with people, so the effect was rather too much. However, as I walked north, both the Gates and the crowds thinned out,
and the effect was, I expect, more what Christo had in mind.
The sight across a lake of a mysterious line of orange through the woods was subtle and magical.
I tried to show that in a couple of pictures, although such panoramic scale is difficult to capture in my tourist snapshots.
People were transformed and glowing - rather un-New York. One funny fellow swathed himself in orange-ish
table cloths and posed in the woods. Again, the picture may be a little hard to make out.
At times the wind picked up, and the heavy cloth became suddenly gossamer and weightless, with snapping,
rustling, sighing sounds.
The pictures close where they opened - on the harbor, seen from the Staten Island Ferry - with
the treat of a resplendent sunset.
