Walk

Battery Park is filled with these monarch butterflies painted on beige umbrellas.  What I wonder about is where they got all those beige umbrellas--makes me think that there must be a LOT of wet Canadians (I mean who else is using beige umbrellas.) They probably own a lot of tan galoshes too. Perhaps someone will paint them as snails.

Victor Matthews’ Beyond Metamorphosis

But Battery Park looks great--rows and rows of giant butterflies receding off into the distance.  It does emphasize the fact that New York City parks are becoming almost Parisian: the grass is something which the public does not get to stand on.  Just as well.  Too many ticks, boogers, snails and earwigs.