Last weekend I managed to do absolutely none of the things I needed to do, favoring instead to spend every day at Prospect Park. Errands or soaking up sun at my favorite place in NYC? I think we made the right choice.
Right after taking this, a guy asked me to take a portrait of him and his dog. The dog flipped shit though, so no picture. Click through for more.
We got to the park early on Sunday to get a good spot in one of the better fields.
Curiously, there was a huge stream of people cruising through the park.
Where were all these bozos going?
No matter, there was daisy-chaining to be done.
How’s that for productive?
But we eventually noticed the music pulsing through the park from a long way away, and took off to investigate. Amber pointed out that this tree had a face.
Turned out there was a festival going on, the Great Mooga Booga or something. We’d both somehow missed all of the announcements about a massive foodie fest, but tens of thousands of people apparently didn’t.
It was a little bit overwhelming and I didn’t feel like shooting photos of the hordes of sweaty prepster food snobs. We ended up ditching the park towards my apartment. This intersection normally has one or two people crossing at most.
Avoiding the crowds and sun for a minute gave us a chance to chill with my roommate’s immortal cat Mercutio. Dude has been on his last life for about a decade, but he’s a great guy.
Later in the afternoon, we managed to find some quiet paths through the park. Is that a caterpillar?
Look at these guys taking their ponies out to play?
It’s interesting how people self-organize and space themselves.
After night fell, I had the chance to test out high ISO handheld shooting on the D800.
I was pleasantly surprised. No tripods for me.