Nearly Midnight in Central Park
It is an odd place Central Park. Stuck right in the middle of Manhattan, it is vibrant and glorious during the day, but at night it takes on a whole new magic ……. So I find myself on the West Side of New York City, it is 11.30 pm and I have 3 choices, get a cab to the East Side (it feels like getting automotively mugged), walk south down Central Park West, cross through Columbus Circle, carry straight on towards the East River and then back up again (exhausting) or take a stroll through the park. So stroll it was. Entering at 72nd Street, past the unimaginative ‘Imagine’ mosaic tribute to John Lennon in Strawberry Fields (he deserved better to be honest), down the steep incline (like a blindfolded drunk in a coal mine) and on to Bethesda Terrace. Once you get over the eerie silence, pierced only occasionally by some nocturnal creature declaring its need to procreate and the eye watering darkness (they really must invest in brighter street lighting here) it is not so bad. I take my camera absolutely everywhere I go, so, Ladies and Gentlemen, the magnificent Bethesda Terrace by night.