At the edge of the East River in New York City is a park that is as non-descript as any other: A few handball walls, some green space, and a rotating cast of characters whose urban troubles slip away with the open air and space. Witkin’s take on what happens in parks occurs at the intersection of anthropology, aesthetics, and geometry. The result is a series of photographs that manage to collect the soul of a neighborhood that transcends race or ethnicity.