I dont like them. I dont know how to click them.
She gave me instructions. Chose her spot, smiled and said, click.
She had chosen Hans Christian Anderson in Central Park. I realised whom she was posing with only after i clicked.
I should trust her judgement.
It was a very cold and windy day. We spent our time loitering around Central Park, too scared to go into the tunnel of winds on 5th Avenue.
And this was an unpublished post written six months back when i had blocked my blog.