Early this morning, shortly after sunrise (and the middle of the night for me), I was in the Park trying to get a certain photo. There was no one in sight. I was down on one knee shooting and suddenly looked up at this man.
Something came to mind that I read to my children when they were little "One misty, moisty morning when cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man all dressed in leather......". He isn't in leather, but you get the idea. All he said to me was "India, India..."

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Poor Dragonfly and the child who owned it...
On Sunday I tried to photograph this kite in the air but the wind was too strong and it kept diving. I found it caught in a tree this morning. This is the shot I was making when the old man appeared.