The commonplace of nature fills me with amazement—every bird feather with its one million parts.
I've written another article for my Brooklyn Wildlife Examiner column, describing a few common butterflies seen in the city.
Camping at Hickory Run State Park in the Poconos area off Rt 80.
Packing with a lot of recriminations, and got going an hour or two later than we hoped. I forgot the toys and Tree Kid's fishing gear except for the pole. There was traffic leaving NYC (Holland Tunnel), and a thunderstorm/downpour on Rt 80, but the PA portion of the drive was nice and scenic.