...through Ardsley Park and the original early 1900s "suburbs", watching fathers and mothers walk their children to school...
...then finally to the edge of the mainland, crossing bridges, island-hopping through the marsh...
a snake and one of millions of small fiddler crabs scampering sideways across the forest floor,When I returned home with a face that had faced the wind and sun (and traffic and imminent danger of fast 18wheelers and no road shoulders) and a hungry stomach, I decided to make my own food: 4 loaves of whole-wheat bread, the family tradition. I feel so rugged and resourceful.
Thank You, Ken Burns and John Muir and all the other Parks heroes.

1 comment:
absolutely beautiful pictures ....
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