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Sunday, August 12, 2012
Just a fine and fancy ramble to the zoo
A peahen at the Bronx zoo.
The forecast promised cooler and less humid weather than we've been experiencing recently, and after a week that was more than usually Sisyphean (if you replace the mythological boulder with a set of email folders that I created and deleted and recreated and deleted and recreated) I was desperate to break the routine and get out of Manhattan for a while.
So I took the express bus up to the Bronx, and spent a pleasant couple of hours taking pictures of animals instead of windows and ledges and taillights.
I have mixed feelings about zoos. I hate to see animals in captivity, even if it's really protective custody, but at least they're much nicer environments now, and not the miserable animals on the other side of a concrete moat I remember from my childhood. And the children get so excited at seeing lions and tigers and baboons, maybe they'll grow into adults who think they're creatures worth saving.
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