From pancake making Sunday morning
Sunday Central Park Zoo – Sea Lion Pool at Feeding Time
The photographs can’t really capture the exuberance and energy of these lovely sea lions who were waiting for the keepers to come with their lunch.
“These are not tricks. They are behaviors” one of the zoo workers said.
The sea lions certainly knew it was time to eat.
The whole time we were there, I was wishing my grandchildren could see the sea lions jump.
The light changed frequently.
You can see the sun went behind a cloud. The one sea lion was talking to the man who was sweeping.
And then the sun came out again as we walked towards Fifth Avenue
We are fast approaching the shortest day of the year.
Furry slippers, cups of tea. Extra blankets to add some weight and warmth to the bed. Flannel sheets.
When I’m knitting in the evenings, I have a shawl draped around my shoulders to ward off the chill.
Just something I’m thinking about tonight, the urge to hibernate.
Friday afternoon I drove a colleague to the Strip District to pick up her car. It was raining. She’d gotten new tires.
At the red light, down Herron Hill, I saw a Life Size Chipmunk making her way to the intersection to cross Liberty Avenue. (The same spot I saw the groundhog scurrying under the cars.)
Oh that’s right, it was Halloween.
Office Party? Chip or Dale? Alvin? A leftover from the Furries