Planned on taking a trip up river but got diverted so walked the Greenway from 145th Street (Riverbank State Park) to the Bridge.
Beautiful day. Quiet and peaceful, sunny and warm, a good place and time for reflection until some idiot on a bike: bright-colored spandex outfit; the whole 9 Tour de France bike team drag look; decided to blow past me while I was changing lenses. His shoulder bag – what sort of bike poser has a shoulder bag? – swung out and hit my hands (and face) causing me to drop my zoom lens and spinning me around.
Stop, he did? Hell no. He is a bicyclist That means he is always in the right. As bad as car drivers, they are. Just kept peddling wildly up the path without a by your leave. It is not a good sound to hear crash, crack, tinkle coming from your lens but I was lucky. The filter absorbed the shock. It got bent and the glass broke but unlike my fear the actual lens was fine.
It was a great day on the river. Saw a guy fishing and stopped to speak with him and take his picture. Said hello…nothing. Asked what he was fishing for…nothing. Asked if he minded my taking his picture…nothing. Started shooting…nothing, no objection but no acknowledgment that I existed either. When I checked out the pictures I understood why.
Some of the worst pictures of a human being I have ever taken. I don’t know how he did it but he managed to guarantee I would not post his picture by making sure they were awful. The composition is ok, the exposure is fine, focus is good but they are just bad pictures. Magic, it is.
In honor of Mardi Gras (ok – I misspoke in the title) a lagniappe … I love our NYC rat and pigeon killing hawks, here is a picture of one of them hunting over the 145th Street/Riverside Drive entrance to Riverbank.