Are you sick to death

Are you sick to death of The Gates yet? Too bad, sucker! We went to see them this weekend, and despite the low murmur that there wasn't that much to see, that the the project was overblown, or that, eh, Gates, I have to admit that I was really taken in by them.

I don't think the effect is an overwhelming one, which I can understand wanting or expecting. But it is a strange sensation to see your park all dressed up with no where to go. No party or celebration, just a bunch of orange sheets flapping in the wind.

The crowds were pretty intense, but if you consider what the wait can get like outside a museum when there's a big show, it wasn't that bad. We had to shove through some people crossing the street and right at the entrance, but other than that: you're in a park. You could climb the rocks and cut across paths, weave past slow people, stop anywhere you wanted. Central Park is usually so full of people doing their own thing--being with a million strangers, but each engrossed in an individual activity. This weekend, it was a million strangers all there for the same party.

Everyone was taking photographs, as was the urge. Even though you are surrounded by the exact same structure everywhere you look, you keep catching strange perspectives, new lighting, or odd juxtapositions.

Eventually, J started taking pictures of all the photographers. --------