Literary Walk is my most favorite, favorite part of the park.
Just look at those trees!! Old and gnarly and beautiful in any season.
CJ and Em on our walk to church.
Balto is totes used to this kind of weather.
I think he thrives on it, being Siberian and all.
*Not pictured: a man practicing his fly-fishing casting with a neon orange line. Not in or near a lake - just standing on a path in the middle of the park. Says the city of New York: to each his own.
No comments:
Post a Comment