Good Day for a Picnic

I ate lunch in Central Park today.  I picked up a very marginal piece of quiche at a deli and strolled along through the park till I was just too tired and had to find a bench to sit down.

I ended up sitting near these "Crazy Mallard Photogs":

Now, please remember I'm pretty nutty about nature photography but these folks, especially the woman seated on the ground had an intensity that I actually pray I'll never emulate.  The man would throw little pieces of bread to try to guide the ducks where they wanted and then the woman would shout at him because apparently he wasn't doing it right.  This scenario repeated throughout my lunch while a really lovely tenor saxophonist played behind us. It was only interrupted when a man in an overcoat who apparently thought I might be "chatty" offered the observation that "The Crazy Mallard Photogs" must be shooting a new duck reality show.  "Oh the creativity of New Yorkers", he said.  I somewhat distantly agreed and he presumably decided I wasn't very "chatty" after all and left.

When I left the park, the photogs were still at it and I gave the saxophonist an offering on my way by as I play saxophone myself and always had a great ambition to play on a street corner in New Orleans. I have to admire a man that goes out there and follows the dream.  Also, it truly was a nice compliment to my lunch.

Here's one of my ducks.  I'm sure "The Crazy Mallard Photogs" had many much more excellent shots.  

Tomorrow, back to balmy Mississippi to pick up the pieces of my every day life.  I wonder if I'll remember how to set my alarm?