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The thunderstorm has held off, so my partner, the Bipolar Bear, and I got out of the apartment and did our first High Park expedition of the year. This gave the BPG an opportunity to try out his new telephoto lens, and the park soon resounded to happy cries of "think you're out of my range, you little bugger? You cannot even *begin* to comprehend the power of the ornithological paparazzi," etc. The white heron in the East Pond came into range, and then fortunately left as the BPG was beginning to tire, but was too proud to leave while another photographer was still shooting. Herons, btw, are almost unreal in their elegance - they look abstract, like letterforms.
Had dinner downtown, on a patio where a very loud drunken story was being told, with gestures, to a variable number of young women. I never quite caught the story, but the one line I heard was "We're paying $7.50 for a girl I wouldn't even talk to normally?"
Had dinner downtown, on a patio where a very loud drunken story was being told, with gestures, to a variable number of young women. I never quite caught the story, but the one line I heard was "We're paying $7.50 for a girl I wouldn't even talk to normally?"
