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I believe this bridge that you see from the Cloisters is the George Washington. 


I shot all of these pictures at the Cloisters in Manhatten, except for the iguana. The iguana is PJ's now deceased reptile. He had had the beast for many years before it sadly passed away during the winter. As the headline suggests, these photographs were taken when I went to NYC for Laureen's defense. Instead of naming the post "The Cloisters and PJ's iguana," I choose to include Laureen in the title because I want her to know that she is special and I'm not neglecting her. I should also add that the hand belongs to Laureen. The Cloisters are a very special place to spend a rainy afternoon.
In the interest of NOT fooling the public, there was a guy in the path on the left side of the next picture who simply did not fit in compositionally. I took him out. Whooosh.
The last picture in this set is a Ghanian family that Mary and I met last week at Minnehaha falls. We also went to Sea Salt.
To be honest, no one should look at arugula flowers this close. But go ahead and click on the picture and you will REALLY see them close up. These are reseeded from my weed garden where I grew arugula last year. The next three photographs are a preview of this year's tomatoes.





Oh, and by the way, did I mention that it's my birthday? Happy birthday also to Messrs. Haffely and Rafter.
This is Long's Peak, taken from the trail to Gem Lake, near Estes Park.
Adolescent elk in my parent's back yard, Estes Park, CO. Estes Park was on national news this evening for being an elk playground. These are some young guys getting in practice for when they get older.
Today Jimmy and I went to Wisconsin to see Big Manitou Falls. At 165 feet, this is the highest water falls in the upper midwest. Although it is right off of highway 35, 12 miles south of Superior, it seems kind of neglected. You can't get too close to it and the trail along side the river had very few visitors, even for a Sunday afternoon. The ranger who takes your money is also unfriendly. He seemed suspicious of outsiders. This made me suspicious of him.


