After returning a lens rental to Calumet on West 22nd Street, I met Ramona for a late lunch at Gobo on 6th Avenue. Their food rocks. Best seitan I’ve tasted. I took Ramona to Brooklyn Bridge Park in Dumbo afterwards. The clouds fizzled into clear blue and a big golden sun began falling behind the bridge by six o’clock. After making a few images, we got the subway back to Manhattan but not before I put us on the wrong train going further into Brooklyn and Ramona and me each insisted on a better route to take to South Ferry. I felt for my phone in my pants pocket. Uh-oh. Not surprised. While I was making my first portraits of Ramona under the Manhattan Bridge, I felt the phone slip out of my pocket as I laid on the grass. “Don’t forget about the phone,“ I whispered to myself. I forgot about the phone.
I ran back to the park; the phone was gone. Three guys were eating pizza near the spot where I lost it. I asked one of them to call my phone. The woman who answered was still in the park walking her dog. I lucked out and got it back. And it gave me a chance to wait for dusk and try a few shots of the bridge.
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