Cold Spring

A few pictures from our Saturday hike at Mount Taurus (we encountered no bulls, alas) in Cold Spring, NY:

Fly me to the moon: We were collectively tempted by this little artifact. When else would we have the opportunity to purchase a plane for $50? But how would we get it home, someone wondered aloud. I’m sure it still flies, replied another. But we played it safe and took Metro North home, anyway…

Dysfunction Junction road sign: Call it like you see it.

“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” -Flower, Bambi

Stop and reflect: Trees’ reflections in a large puddle.

Now you see me, now you don’t: Camouflage bark.

Not quite Niagara: But a challenge for bark boats and Pooh sticks nonetheless.

Hanging on: Paper-thin dead leaves haven’t given way to spring yet.

What I’ve been reading: Ex Libris, Anne Fadiman; Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert (again)
What I’ve been listening to: Tim, The Replacements

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