Brookfield Zoo, November 1966. Here's a photo that makes me laugh. This fellow looks like a human in a lion suit.
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November 19, 2015
Roar
Brookfield Zoo, November 1966. Here's a photo that makes me laugh. This fellow looks like a human in a lion suit.
February 23, 2014
October 5, 2013
August 16, 2013
May 2, 2013
Watch your back.
Delphi Archaeological Museum, Delphi, Greece, April 16, 1976. This snapshot shows part of the East Frieze of the Siphnian Treasury. The frieze illustrates the Trojan War. Here's the entire piece.
January 9, 2013
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January 12, 2012
Please don't feed the animals.
Family friends asked my Dad to restore this photo. When I, as a kid, used to see it, I always found it extraordinarily charming and quirky.
Berlin Zoo, about 1936. Rawr.
Berlin Zoo, about 1936. Rawr.
October 22, 2011
Where I spent most Sundays.
My Dad enjoyed taking photographs of animals. Nearly every Sunday morning, he packed me up, and he drove the short distance from our house to Brookfield Zoo. Because we went so frequently, he and I rarely did the "touristy" things other people did at the zoo. For example, we didn't go to the porpoise show very often, and we rarely visited the lion house. Instead, we'd spend hours watching one type of monkey or another, waiting for just the right shot.
The one indulgence my Dad allowed me every Sunday was a visit to the Children's Zoo. There, I could interact with baby animals and even pet a number of them. I remember that feeling of excitement as we used to approach the gates of the Children's Zoo. Even today, just thinking about it, I recall the smell of the baby goats and the sawdust.
My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, once implored my Dad to take me to church on Sundays instead of to the zoo. He responded, "She'll learn more about God at the zoo."
Brookfield Zoo, June 1965. I cradle a white rabbit at the Children's Zoo. My Mom knitted the white cardigan that I am wearing. I have a strap around my neck because my Dad had given me a "Brownie" camera with which to start taking photographs.
The one indulgence my Dad allowed me every Sunday was a visit to the Children's Zoo. There, I could interact with baby animals and even pet a number of them. I remember that feeling of excitement as we used to approach the gates of the Children's Zoo. Even today, just thinking about it, I recall the smell of the baby goats and the sawdust.
My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, once implored my Dad to take me to church on Sundays instead of to the zoo. He responded, "She'll learn more about God at the zoo."
Brookfield Zoo, June 1965. I cradle a white rabbit at the Children's Zoo. My Mom knitted the white cardigan that I am wearing. I have a strap around my neck because my Dad had given me a "Brownie" camera with which to start taking photographs.
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