But he's there. Sitting on the bench, near the tree - on the lower path. He appears comfortable.

When I arrive in Manhattan by car from the north, I follow the Hudson River down from the George Washington Bridge on the Henry Hudson Parkway between Riverside Drive and the park along the river. Although nowhere near as bucolic as this scene, it isn’t a nasty expressway, in the sense that you can still feel the charm of Riverside Drive and the long narrow park on either side of you as you drive. My heart beats faster the further south I get, until I finally get off the multi-lane road and dive into the throbbing metropolis at 23rd St. to go to our hotel.

This has rather odd spectors. In most of the images around here the spectors are highly motion blurred. These are quite sharp, leading me to think that this is a double exposure, rather than a long exposure, with enough time between the two for the pedestrians and the truck to completely move out of the picture.

Perhaps the photographer took a second picture after the people had moved out of the frame, but forgot to change the film holder, an easy mistake to make.

[Phil Spector, Specter and Spectre. - Dave]

The ghosts are great but the shadows are the stars of the show.

Darned amateur time travelers, that's what they are. You can always tell.