Canadian geese can be pests (and create a mess), but when they take their little family out for a walk in the park, it can be quite fun to watch.
These geese used a lot of teamwork in watching the babies. There were a total of 6 adults, 4 were watching the babies. The other two acted like teenagers, making noise, running around, and hitting up the humans for bits of their dinner.
It reminded me of watching a kindergarten class on an outing to the park.
I takes a lot of attention to keep track of this many little ones.
This one looks to me like she is sending her little ones out into the world, and a little nervous about it.
This mallard got mad when the geese invaded his territory.
For the past couple of months the Husband has been encouraging me to pack up my goodies and go spend a day studying in the reading room in the Suzzillo Library at the University of Washington. It’s just a couple blocks away, but I’ve been resisting.
For some reason I felt intimidated.
I’m not sure why, in fact I think my IQ went up a few points just by my walking into the room.
This is such a beautiful room, and the people studying in the room treat it with respect. I love how there is a quiet in here that does not exist in other parts of the library. No jabbering on cell phones, no printers, no copiers, no high heels clacking.
Once I got over the gawkfest and took a few pictures, I was able to settle down and get some work done.
It was so nice to have a quiet place to work with no interruptions. Every once in a while the Husband is right.
I love finding beauty in strange places – peeking out from garbage bins or rising up from the cracks in a sidewalk.
A few months ago, I tossed aside my purse and re-purposed my camera bag to serve both it’s original purpose and carry all my bits that the purse would have handled.
This may possibly be the smartest thing that I have ever done.
Now I carry my camera around with me every where I go.
I look at things differently when I have a camera handy. I notice things that otherwise would have escaped my attention. I focus more on the here and now and less on where I’m going and where I’ve been; I forget to worry. As a result, I’m happier. And to double that happiness, I actually know that I’m happy. Right here, in the here and now, not a distant memory of some former happiness.
I moved to Seattle from Alaska the first time in 1992. I walked around the city for months in a constant state of wow. Sixteen years later I’ve still got a crush on this city.
I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out what it is about Seattle that makes it home for me. It starts with the water. I’ve got at least 4 drawbridges within 3 miles of my home (don’t get me started on drawbridges, they get me all gaga too).
Follow that up with the culture of this city. I love living in a place where education is actually valued. While there’s always room for improvement, and I’m sure some of you Seattlites squirmed a bit at my last statement, education is valued here. Moreso than many other places in this country, including the place where I grew up. Hell, take a look at our library(s). And our colleges. According to Encarta, we top the list as one of the most educated cities (which, on the downside, doesn’t help me much when job hunting).
There is so much more: the food, the people, the easy access to recreational activities, the easy access to the rest of the world (I’m from Alaska, that’s relevant). I just wish I could afford to live here. There is no buying a house in this town.
What is it that makes your corner of the world home?
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