I took the long way home from work last night. Briefcase over one shoulder, camera over the other. Through the pine trees of Central Park, around the reservoir’s edge. I stumbled upon a man from out of town proposing to his soon-to-be-wife. I asked if I could capture the moment. They couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could I. I continued my long walk home.
As EB White remarked, this couple and I are members of the third kind of New York. We came here on a quest. May we always embrace New York with the intense excitement of first love. May we always absorb New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer. May we still generate heat. May we still generate light.