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September 17-20, 2005


Pale Male
In a tree just over The Blind in Turtle Pond - Monday September 19, 05



Pale Male
In a tree on the lawn just north of Turtle Pond - Monday September 19, 05




Fountain near the 79th Street entrance - Monday September 19, 05



Baby duckling
All grown up (2 1/2 months old) - Tuesday September 20, 05



Bat
This is the best I could so so far. I've been trying to catch a bat in flight for years at The Model Sailboat Pond. After many nights of extremely poor results firing in the darkness, I now know for certain where the term 'batty' comes from - Tuesday September 20, 05



Pale Male
Turtle Pond - 6:29PM Monday September 19, 2005



Pale Male
His task at this time of the year will be to fly to each tree so he can teach them how to make their leaves turn into the correct shade of red. All those drab green leaves will be intimidated at first by his beautiful red tail, but over the next few weeks he'll give them the confidence to show off the most amazing red color. In between his lessons the cardinals will do their part, also the robins, warblers, sparrows, mourning doves--even the blue jays will do their teaching to the leaves.
By the end of Fall every leaf will be proud to turn into the color of one of their favorite birds that visited their tree this Summer.




Pale Male
All today's photographs were taken at Turtle Pond where magical things happen, if you know where to look - Monday September 19, 2005



Pale Male
Turtle Pond - 5:41PM Monday September 19, 2005


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Pale Male & Lola
The former is about to land on The Oreo Building's TV antenna (from Belvedere Castle) - Sunday September 18, 2005



Pale Male & Lola
from Belvedere Castle - Sunday September 18, 2005



Pale Male (with balloon in the distance)

hundreds of balloons were realeased today from a street fair on Columbus Avenue. The sky was pestered with these nasty things which almost always ends up hurting an animal somewhere down the line - Sunday September 18, 2005



Grackle
The Gill - Sunday September 18, 2005



Guess who these guys are...(see below)
Every evening they make a few loops around the Pond. They continue to sleep on the temporary floating platform in The MSB Pond.
Sunday September 18, 2005



The Frick Ducklings
The Model Sailboat Pond - Monday July 4, 2005



Pale Male
Belvedere Castle - Saturday September 17, 2005


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If you pay close attention to the NYC weather report you may have heard that there was a sudden decrease in the wind speed at 6:25PM Saturday evening.
Belvedere Castle - Saturday September 17, 2005




Willow Rock, aka The Oven - Saturday September 17, 2005 3:11PM




Near Azalea Pond - Saturday September 17, 2005




Near Azalea Pond - Saturday September 17, 2005




Turtle Pond - Saturday September 17, 2005




Belvedere Castle - Saturday September 17, 2005




Belvedere Castle - Saturday September 17, 2005


Walking across The Mall with my gear on its cart had become tedious and even somewhat annoying after a while—I had pulled that small hand truck across the wide tree lined walk many times but just couldn’t get used to the frequency with which the small swiveling front wheels fell into the many cracks in the asphalt. I tried my best to guide the cart through the smoothest path, but there was no smooth path really. Every time the wheels bumped into a crack there was another shock in my arm and another worry that the delicate camera equipment I carried in the cases on the cart will go out of alignment. Regardless, it was a way I felt compelled to take since there was a small chance a hawk might be perched in the one of the giant Elms along the way.
I felt like the picturesque lane was being neglected, and for a pleasant moment I imagined it to be freshly paved with perfect strips of black asphalt adorned on either side of its length with neatly trimmed grass with shining railings and new green benches. When I was closer to Bethesda Fountain I looked back at the lengthy walkway which narrowed almost to a point where Christopher Columbus stood on a pedestal down by The Carousel. The trees made a much straighter line that the surface of the road did. Suddenly I saw the beauty of the uneven surface and then every undulation and every crack showed me that the Earth beneath was alive and trying to breathe and heaving her mighty breast to shoo away the uncomfortable crust that we’ve laid on her. Her breathing was slow but not so ineffective. I continued my walk down toward the pond where the ducks were sleeping some, and foraging the rest.
With the thoughts of the road condition still fresh on my mind I scanned the buildings along Fifth Avenue and saw that several had scaffolding erected on them. The buildings were being repaired at great cost because they are all slowly crumbling. With the slightest neglect rain penetrates the rooftops and softens the mortar in the walls. There is a frenzied hustle to patch and caulk and weld and seal, but as our backs are turned a drop of water makes its way through—the process never sleeps. The paint is fading, the glass is cracking, the pipes are leaking, the iron is rusting—a wearisome task will forever be to keep them all in working condition because none of those things can repair themselves. And yes, our sewage is flowing in each building and for now it is craftily hidden behind beautifully decorated walls, and the iron pipes carrying it away are all tastefully disguised and buried. But the pool that is receiving it is filling up slowly and more chemicals are being pumped into it too make it disappear. I thought for a moment that I could see the enormous pool—somewhere in Brooklyn maybe. The pool itself has no vengeance but it cannot help itself from coming back to get us I feel. It did not enter the Earth in a natural moderate way—it’s just too much being pumped into too little space.
I looked down at my shoes and I noticed a tiny rip near the eyelet and I saw a thread untangling from my shirt. Every bit of artificial material is falling apart and fading away.
Proceeded by a cracking sound, a large twig fell from a London Plane leaning over the Model Sailboat Pond. It plopped into the pond and seemed pleased to find itself floating in the water. The ducks hardly paid attention to it once they recovered from being startled by its sudden appearance. I imagined somewhere close to where the twig detached itself there was a fresh bud sprouting. But in my imagination a squirrel climbed over and ate that fresh bud, so I imagined there was another one which was destined to develop into a new limb in good time. Soon, I thought, these shoes will no longer be able to hold together around my feet. I tried to imagine what will happen if I did not get new ones. It was unpleasant to think that my feet will not be able to protect itself because it has been spoilt with shoes for too long. It may form a protective layer to save itself from destruction but I doubt it could ever contend with the harsh manmade surfaces I’ll be obliged to walk upon.
Still, my self aside, I thought of recent sightings of Pale Male—his feathers were falling apart also. However they always do every year and they grow back just as beautiful as they were before. I thought of the many squirrels asleep in the trees and how peaceful their homes were inside the trunks. I even thought of the rats living in holes all over the park and how in tune they were with the Earth. I doubt the Earth is as sad as some say it is. The lower animals are keeping her spirits high.


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