After a midweek corn-and-tomato raid on the Wednesday Greenmarket at the park's Bartel Pritchard Circle entrance, the Child and I grabbed some pizza and ate it on a shady bench. If you're feeling Gump-ish, you can observe a lot of Life from just one park bench.
There's wildlife, of course. This specimen eyed our pizza hungrily. (They really are rats with tail wigs.)
But oh, the humanity! A bench dweller can contemplate the heedless physical exhibitionism of the very fit...
and the gone-to-seed.
Creeps at this petty pace the very old, and the very young.
Childhood ruled the vicinity, via a day-camp field trip. These Brooklyn kids swarmed over the tree-studded lawn, inventing their own Olympics.
Here, unsynchronized hill-rolling. (God, I used to love doing this; I would do it still if I didn't get vertigo. Maybe a definition of childhood is that getting dizzy is the point, not the problem.)
Men's gymnastics, of course.
But the most popular event was Mass Tree-Torturing. Remarkably, no counselor felt compelled to say "Get off there before you break your neck," and all branches remained affixed to the trunk when the group departed.
Poor tree, don't get too comfortable:
Look who's coming next! Sensing that one show was over and another was beginning, we headed for home.
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