I sat on the median where the traffic split at the Grand Army arch. It was tough to capture the movement of the cars. Drawing the essence of something is always harder than making a literal depiction.
I moved over to the entrance to Prospect Park. I struck up a conversation with the man in the foreground taking a picture with his iPhone. He was a Venezuelan from Caracas. I shared that I had traveled to Venezuela last August on a hiking/biking trip. This built an instant connection as we began to talk about the region. I find that travelling, like drawing on location, builds bridges.