Back To The Brook

I had the kids for the past week, so besides our whirlwind NYC trip, I planned two more trips to Wampum Brook. The first was at sunset. The park did not disappoint. As the kids and I got out of the car, we were greeted by a "Watership Down" moment, two rabbits, one young and one old were chomping away at the green blanket of grass. As we approached, they greeted us with a gentle stare and continued on with their meal. We walked on towards the memorial and to our surprise found a baby rabbit scurrying around. It was only about four inches long and was not sure whether our presence was welcomed or not. A stone soldier stands guard over the park and after taking some pictures of him, we trekked forward to the brook.



At the overflow we met mother duck and were surprised at how much the ducklings had grown. They were struggling against the water to meet her up top. We walked around the brook taking pictures the whole way. The girls shared my frustration of missing a giant turtle and jumping fish with our cameras. On the way back a fourth rabbit bid us farewell and we headed home.

I wanted to give them a crash course on how different lighting effects the lens, so the next morning I woke the girls at 6a.m. and we were back at the brook by 6:30a.m. during sunrise. The dew swept grass met our sandaled feet and the girls recognized the difference in light by the way it did it's morning dance on the water.


The no-longer ducklings almost scared Lizzy out of her shoes as we stumbled upon their morning hiding place and with stretched wings they jumped into the sanctuary of the brook. We walked back past the memorial, saluted the stone faced soldier, had a moment of reflection and made our way back to the car.