Dark Garden

Being plagued by the modern disease of workaditis, I mostly get to see our wonderful Brooklyn garden when a late afternoon sun sinks lazily behind urban mountains called the Next Street Range. There we sit among plants and mosquitoes, tracking a few neighbors with peripheral supervision. We greet a friendly dog through the fence, denying…

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Four Owls and an Osprey

After two Staten Island weekend outings in a row, we worried that our necks might turn red – mine actually was pinkish for the lack of sunblock – and instead steered confidently north to the Bronx. Landing in Pelham Bay on a sunny Easter Sunday was nothing short of paschal. The immense parking lot was…

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Feathered Arrows

After weeks on end of what the French refer to as “métro-boulot-dodo”, the commute-work-sleep routine of large-city dwellers, I reach a tipping point where escape is no longer simply needed, it is quintessential, a survival skill. So we pick up a bubble car a couple of blocks away and head out of Brooklyn like dogs on…

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