It was in the high 20s when the female Dawn Jogger set out for her spin around Central Park, which on this first day of the work week in the new year, she had almost to herself. Thanks to no wind, it didn’t feel as cold as the temperature read. The bright sun meant the appearance of more and more brown spots

She set about photographing the photographers again. (Those few who were in the Park were evidently still on vacation mode.) She took almost a half dozen shots but liked the one where it was hard to tell who was photographing who on Bethesda Terrace. The scene, she thought, was a bit other wordly…