Roosevelt Island

We hadn’t been to Roosevelt Island since last summer so it was time to make a return visit. The 52frames photo challenge for the week was “trapped” so I thought maybe we could find something of interest. It was very busy for a Monday as it was a beautiful day and part of a long weekend for many. Rather than take the uninhabited route along the island edge, we walked the more traditional paved path around the island. It was still pretty “wintry” looking - more sticks than leaves and spring flowers. Along the boardwalk we went off the trail and found a bunch of sticks piled to make a sort of “cave.” That was a good excuse to create something trapped. My husband is always a great participant. Then we made our way around to the other side - no deer this time. By the end we headed to the center where the very large sculpture of Teddy Roosevelt stands. The water works weren’t turned on yet so it wasn’t as lovely. Back over the bridge crossing the Potomac River we decided to turn left rather than right to the car and parking lot. The pathway heads in to DC or to Mount Vernon. We stopped there and turned back as we had walked enough to the day. Perhaps we might try one of those walkways in the future. It has a lot of bike traffic so it’s not my cup of tea. I much prefer the flat, primarily pedestrian walkways. The urban jungle is so much more interesting. 

Lake Pasadena Park

We go to the pond every time we visit Florida. We were just there in December when we were visiting my mom. She was doing better at home and was in control of things, but had caregivers living in the home 24/7. I had a feeling it was going to be our last visit - and it was. Mom took a bad fall in January and never really snapped back. The last year has been very difficult for her and she passed away last week. As we were going through things in the house we decided to go out for a late breakfast. Afterwards we took a ride to Pasadena Pond. It’s my husband’s favorite place. As youngsters we would go there with stale bread from the bakery to feed the ducks. We fished there, and at a smaller pond closer to home, with bamboo rods and dough balls. There is something peaceful about the place. All the birds cohabitate without a lot of fuss. The birds freely move around the area and end up in someone’s front yard. They hardly notice the dogs as they approach. So we drove around the pond a couple of times. The island seemed quiet, the snapping turtles were sunbathing, and the feathered friends approached the car hoping for a handout. I’m not sure when we will return to this place. Mom was really the only reason we traveled to Florida. I’m not sure I want to return.