In 1993 (give or take a few years) I was walking through Central Park when I first saw Poet’s Walk (above). I was brought up in the Bronx, and although I had lived in Manhattan for a decade, I had never seen this part of the park. I didn’t know what it was called, so I called it Promenade and for years that was the name of the print.
At any rate, it was early winter. At that time, Poet’s Walk (sometimes called Literary Walk) was paved. On the day I first saw it I simply told myself that I would need to come back and photograph it when the weather was better. I rarely photograph in harsh sunlight, at least for scenics, if I can help it. It was just a place that I filed away as worth revisiting.
At that time I was younger and stronger and was shooting with a large metal 4 x 5 view camera. It was a big deal to get out into the field with this thing. You’d need to carry a bunch of film loaders (that you’d pre-load) and a changing bag, and a heavy-duty tripod, and I was using a spot light meter and three lenses. This was a smaller version of the type of rig that Ansel Adams used in his prime until he moved to medium format. He was asked what camera he was using and would say, the heaviest he could carry.