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Good Friday

Behold, my friends,
the spring is come;
the earth has gladly received
the embraces of the sun,
and we shall soon see
the results of their love!
-- Sitting Bull

Enjoy this beautiful Spring weekend, everyone...

Here and now

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;

Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.

--Emily Dickinson

Rise and shine

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

--Charles Dickens

Sunday is fun day

Green-clad drinkers weren't the only ones out having fun on St Patrick's Day.  One of the Tompkins Square Park hawks seemed to enjoy him/herself a bit more than usual on this pre-Spring Sunday.

After a lunch of pigeon, followed by an hour sitting in the Hare Krishna tree watching a soccer game, this hawk pursued a mouse in the grass and then seemed to get downright silly.

After chasing the mouse around a tree, the hawk tore into some daffodils...



Then hopped around in the grass, kicking up clods of dirt...



And finally, flinging sticks into the air...

Who's up for a game of catch?



I'm told the hawk is too young to be building a nest, so I can't explain its behavior.  To a layperson, it looked like the hawk was just having a whole lot of fun.

See more hawk photos here.

Previously.

St Patrick's Day

Neither snow nor rain nor sleet nor gloom of clouds stays these revelers from the swift completion of their St Paddy's Day rounds...

The invisible killer

Scenes from Friday's snow storm

Shoveling 2nd Avenue at 5th Street...



Waiting for the storm to let up...



St Mark's Place...



Toughing it out in the Marble Cemetery...

Gimme shelter

On the eve of yet another winter storm...



I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

--Bob Dylan

Saturday morning in Washington Square