Commuting is for the Birds
Sometimes I walk down Houston toward 1st Avenue, past the smell of corned beef at Katz’s Deli, on my morning walk to the subway. This particular morning I saw a photographer with one of those enormous, battleship gray telephoto lenses that seem to be used only for sports and for photographing birds.
I did hear a lot of birds singing as I walked by the photographer, although I didn’t see anything terribly exotic. Still, it’s good to know that, ornithologically, my commute has something to offer.
