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February 2009

Escaping The City

Afternoon Getaway at the Zoo

Sometimes you can escape the city, or at least feel as though you have, by taking time out to visit your local zoo. Our zoo here in San Antonio, Texas is surrounded by a peaceful park, and is one of my favorite afternoon getaways.

tiger
My favorite animal of all, is the tiger. Such a purdy kitty. 🙂

duck
I have no clue what kind of duck this is, but the colors are stunning.

grizzly bear
This adorable grizzly bear definitely needs a pedicure after his bath!

red cardinal
I have been trying to capture a picture of a male cardinal for nearly 2 years. I can always get a shot of a female, but this is the first male.

kangaroo
Now this kangaroo has life figured out. Lay back, enjoy the sun, relax, and just take life as it comes, one moment at a time.

parrot
Either this parrot is mute, or he just didn’t like me, because he sure never bothered uttering so much as a peep. He just glared at me.

rhino
Many years ago I read a book called “Rhinoceros Success” by Scott Alexander, and I have been fascinated by rhinos every since. If you haven’t read this book yet, I highly recommend it.

zebra
This poor guy looks like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

Haley
Of course no trip to the zoo is complete without visiting the monkeys. Oh wait, this is Haley climbing around, huh? (grin)

Cricket Walker

Cricket's Thoughts

The World Has Gone Crazy

When the world has gone crazy, I can always count on my kid to make me smile again, to help me understand what matters in life.

Excuse Me????
Excuse Me???????? (She got this look from her mama)

Playing Soccer?
I have no idea what she is fixin to do with that soccer ball.

Skating
I close my eyes when she skates.

Playing with her shadow?
Awww… there is my sweet kid. Is she playing with her shadow??

Cricket Walker

Cricket's Thoughts

Wondering Where It Is

Life in the city . . .

Surrounded in a million unseen faces, all in such a hurry to go somewhere, anywhere. Or, maybe nowhere . . .

Suffocating in the mass of people.

Yearning for the nearly forgotten familiar feeling of southern tranquility, not understanding where it has gone.

So very afraid that I may never find it again.

Realizing that home isn’t here anymore, or maybe it never was.

Wondering where it is . . .

Cricket Walker