Category Archives: Walking

Just dog it

Rory and I were passed by a jogging dog and his human this morning in Central Park and, as always, I tried to read the dog’s mind.

jogging dogDid he give Rory a look of superiority?  You know — the one a long-time yoga student gives a newbie when he enters class?

(Not that yoga’s competitive…yeah, right.)

Did he scorn my dog’s meandering pace?  His aimless sniffing and peeing?

Or was that really a look of longing?  Did Rory’s relaxing walk spark a memory from his puppy days, when mornings didn’t include a mandatory three-mile run?

Perhaps he was just in the zone.  Focused.  Wired in.  Didn’t see me or Rory at all……

Good boy..

Deja tu(lip)

Two years ago, as Rory and I were walking through the park that surrounds the American Museum of Natural History, I was struck by a lavender tulip all by its lonesome in a large bed of red ones.

I blogged about it here, in fact.

Rory and I found ourselves in the park again today, and the tulips were out in full force. And wouldn’t you know?

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A ‘single lady’ was back again as well.

Welcome!

Peace and quiet

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Took this photo in Central Park yesterday morning.

I think everyone needs a bit of that calm today.

Story, story

Today was the first really warm day of spring, so Rory and I headed to Central Park before dinner.

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That’s when we saw the film crew.

I’m pretty sure they are students, based on their youth and minimal equipment. But they were very focused on their talent, who appeared to be writing in a notebook.

Clearly, it is a period piece.

Rory and I loitered for a bit, trying to overhear any dialogue, but no luck. Perhaps the camera was zoomed in tight on the words he was writing…something like:

Where the heck did I put my iPad??

Blinded by the light

The mystery has been solved.

wpid-IMAG0380-1.jpgBack in August, I posted this picture of a number on a path that Rory Dog and I frequent in Central Park.

Although I was told it probably just referenced a date, I wanted it to mean something cryptic and symbolic and unfathomable.

I watch a lot of Castle.

And what did I find today across the fence line from the aforementioned mystery number?

2013-03-15_08.49.23_resizedA brand new lamp post.

It wasn’t there the last time Rory and I walked that way, which was about three days ago.

So now we just have to wait and see if the number is removed.

Or changes.

Or is joined by a new set of numbers…and then Castle and Beckett are sure to appear to solve the mystery.

Now, that would be awesome.

Grounded

It is a cold, incredibly windy day in New York City.

I had appointments this morning, which meant two hours walking around outside in the bitter cold. I was dressed for it, but was still feeling a bit sorry for myself.

window guysThen I saw these guys.

Can you imagine having to do your job, hanging on the side of a Manhattan skyscraper, with the cold winds whipping you around?

I suddenly felt  a whole lot warmer there on the ground.

 

 

How city dogs communicate

I know dogs and people look at many things with different eyes –

Trees. Trash. Other dogs’ bottoms.

But I am particularly amused by my dog’s fascination with scaffolding.

scaffoldBeing a ‘city dog,’ he passes it almost every day on our way to the park. And he will pull the leash, wanting to cross the street to get to it.

Nothing is more fun, apparently, then sniffin’ and peein’ on scaffolding.

People who live in the city don’t pay much attention to it; we see it come and go with construction projects large and small.  I dare say some tourists may cross the street to avoid it.

But not my dog.

Scaffolding is the best place in town to check his pee-mail.

Zip it

How far will you go to suffer for fashion?

In the winter?  In the bitter cold?

I know New York City is the fashion capital of the world, and I should be used to trends that are cutting edge.  But this winter, I’ve seen so many people — men and women — who refuse to close their coats.

open coatIn the coldest weather, with wind chills at zero or below, folks are walking through the streets of Manhattan with their overcoats flapping open in the wind.

I just don’t get it.

Sure, the rest of us do get a glimpse of your outfit when you choose not to zip or button up.  And if you are particularly pleased with your ensemble that day, that works to your advantage.  But if you lose a limb or a couple of fingers or toes to frostbite due to your peacocking, well –

That hardly seems like a fair trade, does it?

Close your coats, folks, and keep your extremities — and your ego — nice and warm en route.  I trust you’ll get lots of props about your person when you arrive at your destination.

 

The first straw of spring?

It was another ‘walk the dog in 16 degree weather’ kinda morning.

I’m not in Florida anymore.

So when we got back inside, it was all about the beverages.  I started with hot tea.  Transitioned to hot water with lemon.  Which inspired Vitamin Water Zero (lemon flavor, of course).

Maybe that’s why I stumbled upon these way cool straws on Etsy.

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Or perhaps I just needed a little touch of spring.

(I’d settle for temps in the 30′s.)

Flight of fancy

Rory and I had company on our walk today.

And it wasn’t the first time, either.

We were meandering down one of our usual paths in Central Park when, about halfway down, I saw a sparrow waiting.

He turned when I drew near and hopped forward slowing, as if escorting us up the lane.  At a break in the fencing, he hopped through and flew upward to a nearby tree branch.

Standard bird behavior, right?

Except this is the third time that a sparrow has met us halfway down that path.  The third time he’s turned and led us forward.  The third time we’ve parted company at that same break in the fence.

Is he trying to tell me something?  Trying to get me to go to that tree?  To see something in or near it?  You’d think at very least he would chirp loudly to signal the alarm.

Hasn’t he ever watched Lassie?