"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Picnic Prison
That lamp-post is a birding landmark in Prospect Park. The slope behind, Lookout Hill/part of Harbor Hill Moraine, catches north-bound migrants at the break of day. Luckily, few people picnic at dawn...
That lamp-post is a birding landmark in Prospect Park. The slope behind, Lookout Hill/part of Harbor Hill Moraine, catches north-bound migrants at the break of day. Luckily, few people picnic at dawn...
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Picture me sledding into one of those next winter.
Ouch.
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