Central Park is a marvel of design, craftsman ship and engineering. The design work on the bridges could occupy my camera for days, I knelt down by this bridgework and saw a family walking down a path on the other side. I loved the feeling, there is more artwork on the bridge than in many towns and neighborhoods in America today.  I thought of a city so proud and committed to itself that it would invest so much time and money in creating this wondrous park, the beautiful landscaping, canopy trees, bridges and paths. A privilege to take photos there.

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I’m getting a lot of messages asking me for photos of Lenore, Frieda, one lamb or another, Zelda, this happens fairly frequently, so I need to say from time to time that I don’t take photos on request, and I don’t take photos of each of the animals every day or week, or even month. Life here moves organically and authentically, it is not posed or ordered. I appreciate the interest in the animals, it is a nice thing and I thank you for it, but the animals will appear on the blog as life occurs, and as there is a reason for them to be there.  Photos are a personal thing for me, I need to be drawn to them to take them. For me, being authentic is just that, I respond to what I feel at the moment. I told a reporter that the truth is sometimes people get the good Jon Katz, sometimes they get the bad Jon Katz, but they get the real one either way.