Sunday non-bird blogging

Central Park early in the morning is a true oasis. Just sitting on a bench is a form of meditation; you hear only the breeze and the birds and the city seems very far away.

What you are not is alone, even at 7 in the morning in the wilds of the Ramble. There are dogs being walked, babies being pushed, photographers, birdwatchers (you can tell by the binoculars around the neck.)







Lots of runners, of course. And even a young man sleeping off what must have been a very late night (he must have been really drunk to make that rock look like a comfortable place to lie down.)