Life is a journey.
We see but we do not see.
In 2020, my grandchildren, Korrine, Krysten, and Connor, and I went downtown to Central Park. They were 18, 13, and 11 years old, respectively.
Each of us had a camera. I wanted to pass on to them the beauty of photography and to see what we do not see.
It was spring and Creation was starting to renew itself. The sun was shining, and the cherry blossoms had started to bloom. We each took images and discussed the creative process. We talked about lighting, composition, and the camera settings. Using the pre-visualization process to visualize the final image in your mind before you expose the image.
It was a wonderful day. We walked in the park from East 81st Street to West 110th Street. Capturing images along the way. We had lunch at a restaurant on Frederick Doulgass Blvd and 109th Street. They could not wait to get home and see their images on the computer.
They captured beautiful images that are on their walls today.
That day they made their grandfather immensely proud of their vision. It made me feel fantastic that on my journey
I could pass my knowledge and wisdom to them.
This image was captured on that walk.
In 2022, I decided to digitally process this image to an oil paint reproduction.
This is the result, Yellow Flowers in Central Park.
Now that our paths have crossed let us travel together on this collective journey of wonder and beauty.
