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October 21-26, 2005


Screech
Yawning
The Ramble - 6:09PM Wednesday October 26, 05



Screech
Yawning
The Ramble - 6:09PM Wednesday October 26, 05



"Keep clicking that thing and you'll get yours!"

The Ramble - 6:10PM Wednesday October 26, 05



Pale Male
Same tree as yesterday and the day before and the weeks and weeks before... Monotonous? Maybe, but it's the same Sun that came up this morning which came up the morning before and the morning before that. I never shall have 'enough' of the Sun either.
Turtle Pond - 5:43PM Wednesday October 26, 05



Pale Male

Turtle Pond - 5:43PM Wednesday October 26, 05



General Post Office Flagpole
33rd Street & 9th Ave - 4:26PM Wednesday October 26, 05



The Ramble At Night

SE corner of Evodia Field - 6:20PM Tuesday October 25, 05



UFS
The Great Lawn - 3:58PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male

Turtle Pond - 5:35PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male

Turtle Pond - 4:29PM Sunday October 23, 05



She is always the last to leave the Pond. After the rest of the gang flies off she waits and hesitates going back and forth into the water. They must depend on each other for warmth over on the lake. Maybe the lake has more biological activity which makes the water warmer compared to this more sterile pond.
MSB Pond - 6:45PM Tuesday October 25, 05



Screech
Look at his left foot...there's more foot that owl!
The Ramble - 6:02PM Monday October 24, 05



Screech
Flyout was at 5:57:52PM. It had already begun raining slightly when this was taken. I tried fruitlessly to find him after he flew toward Evodia Field. But after making eye contact like this I feel like I'll never loose him.
The Ramble - 6:02PM Monday October 24, 05



Sparrows
Several hundred of them foraged in the small lawns leading into the park from 81st Street & CPW.
The Yard - 5:32PM Monday October 24, 05



The MSB Pond ducklings have all flown to The Lake--the last one to go left last Monday (Oct 17). However most of them return during the day and then each evening after sunset they fly back to The Lake to sleep.
The Model Sailboat Pond - 6:17PM Monday October 24, 05



Pale Male
Turtle Pond - 5:22PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male
The Great Lawn - 5:30PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male
This is what (the Late) Bob Ross will call a happy accident. I measured the light reflected off the clouds instead of Pale Male.
The Great Lawn - 5:29PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male
Turtle Pond - 5:25PM Sunday October 23, 05



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Pale Male
Turtle Pond - 4:58PM Sunday October 23, 05




The Ramble - 2:11PM Sunday October 23, 05



Sparrow
The Ramble - 2:19PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male
Turtle Pond - 5:30PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male
Turtle Pond - 4:25PM Sunday October 23, 05



The Unidentified Flying Stinker Returns
The Great Lawn - 3:58PM Sunday October 23, 05



UFS
The Great Lawn - 3:58PM Sunday October 23, 05



Pale Male
Great Lawn - 5:55PM Thursday October 20, 05


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As late as it was this evening I still raced to The Model Sailboat Pond to catch even a glimpse of a few ducks which I was hoping had not retired to the Lake for the evening. Usually at least three of them stay until very late, but they were all gone when I finally got there. I stood at the edge of the pond and watched its surface gently sway. The reflection it produced was almost like a mirror—the lamp lights bounced off the surface mostly without any distortion. I scanned the dark edges for even a little quiver, but there was none—the ducks had all gone to The Lake for certain. Of all the creatures I dream to be I hardly ever wish to be a duck—something about the cold water life perhaps. Every animal I have ever encountered in my life are all doing a great job of being who they are. If I ever became an animal though, the slightest memory of being a human would corrupt that wholesomeness of any creature that I ever admired. The bottom line is they are doing a great job of it, so when I cease to exist I hope only to return the Earth’s elements to their rightful place. I sat on my favorite bench and relished the quiet—even the tree full of sparrows were hushed. Relaxation is something that I am sure exists in the world but I have yet to truly experience it. Soon enough I began walking restlessly through the dark vacated paths leading to the West Side. At Balcony Bridge I noticed a stirring in the narrow strip of water below me which I first thought to be ducks. They were two raccoons foraging in the water. I watched them stepping quietly between the tall grass. As I gazed beyond their heads due south, the CPS skyline made its grand mark on the lake’s rippled surface. Several years ago I cared only to photograph that spectacle, but now I focused on the humble creatures wading in the dark muddy water below me. Their gentle step and troubled future occupies my thoughts only. I tried to imagine what they both saw and felt there between the phragmites. I wondered if the Universe paid less attention to them and gave more concern to some other creature—and did it even notice this tiny black and grey bug that presently landed on my lens hood. I had to leave as always since I’m plagued by worries that I’ll be getting home too late, and that I should be doing something more productive with my time. But though I did nothing about it, I also worried that I was leaving behind me the answer to divine happiness—something to do with two little raccoons wading in that shallow stream, and an observing entity of some sort somewhere way beyond the damp clouds above, where I’m sure the soft steps and quiet breath of the two innocent animals were being registered and likewise being admired.




The Model Sailboat Pond - 6:47PM Friday October 21, 05