We braved mosquitos and walked to the park yesterday evening. because of the recent rains, it was cooler than it usually is. On the way he picked up a large stick and waved it in the air all the way to the costa rice bridge, where (as usual) he discards what he is carrying and runs to the center of the bridge and pokes his little head through the guard rails and looks down into the "...green water..." as it makes it's way towards White Oak Bayou. It's usually a couple of minutes before he tires of this and we are on our way again.
He ran the final 10 yards towards the jungle and gym and immediately climbed the white bars to the top. he is fearless. he ran back and forth and up and down and around and under... he would climb down every now and then for a sip of mama's water, but immediately climb it again. "come on, daddy! come on!" and i would follow in his footsteps on the soft brown mulch that surrounds the gym.
to south of the park, near the baseball fence, was a tree that i had never noticed ... i took the camera from carol and spent a good amount of time with it.
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