March 07, 2013
central park at dusk
It was never my intention to hold back this long on sharing our NYC photos. Truth be told, I spent a lot of my time in America being impossibly, painfully obsessed with documenting our trip in photographs. It's fair to say I drove everyone (myself included) a little mad. For the most part, I was genuinely making an enormous effort to record our first big family holiday - as beautifully as I could - for our own personal keepsake. But the foolish blogger in me was eager to boast about all the amazing experiences we were having. Sadly, I think 'blogger' me got in the way of us just enjoying the moment... on more than one occasion.
But... despite my frantic obsession with the lens, I am grateful for the memories that I did capture. Sure, some were more contrived than others, perhaps less spontaneous than I'd like to admit. But then there were other moments that crept up quietly and out of nowhere... and I was overwhelmed by the beauty in this world.
When Eulalie walked to the edge of a lake, lay herself down on the cold earth and watched ducks dart through the rippling reflections of central park at dusk - I was so grateful to have my camera in hand. These images transport me; the frozen visual further enriching my already poignant memory of the last light slipping away... on our last night in New York.
Posted by one claire day at 14:15