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sisyphusshruggedIt made me sad when I heard that Robert McCloskey died.
I would have been sad even if he had only ever written Blueberries for Sal, which was one of my favorite books as a little kid. I bought it for HM before she was born. I also bought his best-known book, Make Way for Ducklings, and I think that's HM's favorite.
(the sculptor has a Lentil statue at her website too)
So it made me happy to see this:
They came strolling down the sidewalk of 15th Street NW, as purposeful as any commuters at rush hour yesterday morning -- a mother duck trailed by four ducklings.
The mother shook her tail bossily and slapped her webbed feet down the pavement. The young ones scurried after, wheeling their short legs three paces for every one of Mom's strides. Mom was brown with white tracings -- probably a mallard. Her babies were yellow-and-brown puffballs with black stripes extending from their black eyes as if they were wearing sunglasses.
Clearly on a mission, the solemn column of ducks did not look left, and did not look right, just like the serious people hurrying to work around them, all self-absorbed.
Until Mother and babies headed across L Street -- into a raging river of cars...
I would have been sad even if he had only ever written Blueberries for Sal, which was one of my favorite books as a little kid. I bought it for HM before she was born. I also bought his best-known book, Make Way for Ducklings, and I think that's HM's favorite.
(the sculptor has a Lentil statue at her website too)
So it made me happy to see this:
They came strolling down the sidewalk of 15th Street NW, as purposeful as any commuters at rush hour yesterday morning -- a mother duck trailed by four ducklings.
The mother shook her tail bossily and slapped her webbed feet down the pavement. The young ones scurried after, wheeling their short legs three paces for every one of Mom's strides. Mom was brown with white tracings -- probably a mallard. Her babies were yellow-and-brown puffballs with black stripes extending from their black eyes as if they were wearing sunglasses.
Clearly on a mission, the solemn column of ducks did not look left, and did not look right, just like the serious people hurrying to work around them, all self-absorbed.
Until Mother and babies headed across L Street -- into a raging river of cars...
Homer Price
Date: 2003-07-02 03:21 pm (UTC)My favorite McClosky book: Homer Price.
Stefan