Home From Dallas, Celebrating NYC
I’m home! After a wonderful month in Dallas, rehearsing and performing my play, NYC Coyote Existential (more on coyotes in Dallas in a future post), New York’s parks seem impossibly green. As I wrote in the play, the summer green of the Northeast can seem “almost hallucinogenic, layer upon layer of vertigo-inducing green, like something out of Apocalypse Now or H.P. Lovecraft, the color alive and sentient.”
Of course, everyone here in NYC is busy complaining about the heat. But hey, after a month in Dallas with one day after another of three-digit temperatures, well, I’m just not buying all the moaning. Sure it’s hot, and yes, it’s soupy. NYC heat is like going a few rounds in a clothes dryer with a wet towel. Hot. But Dallas at 108 degrees is like walking straight into a giant pizza oven.
The biggest difference is that here in NYC, we walk everywhere, to the subway, to the supermarket, to the hardware store, so we’re actually out in the heat. Pretty much wherever you need to go, you walk to get there.
In Dallas, not so much.
Dallas is a quintessential American car city, where many people walk only from air-conditioned car to air-conditioned home to air-conditioned car to air-conditioned store to … well, you get the idea. So as long as the air-conditioning is working, you can avoid the full impact of that mind-boggling heat. The animals, of course, seek natural cooling sources, which means, first and foremost, water. Here, a mixed group of waterbirds cools off and feeds at the White Rock Lake spillway in East Dallas.
I’ll write more about Dallas and its animals soon. Right now, though, I’m celebrating NYC in the dog days of August.
On Thursday evening, as we drank margaritas on the roof of our apartment building, a fat, phenomenally red moon – the Sturgeon Moon – rose in the east, and a red-tailed hawk landed atop the school next door. The hawk perched in the deepening shadows so long that I wondered if it was going to stay all night. When it finally flew off, its wide wings caught the light of the moon and lit up for a split second like the wings of a predatory angel.
No, I don’t have pictures. You’ll just have to take my word.
Down in the apartment, a tiny green inchworm – more like a quarter-inchworm, really – clung doughtily to the kitchen faucet.
It reared its unimaginably small head and seemed to be trying to figure out where to go. I put it on a nearby jade plant, where it will probably either die or gobble up my only plant before transforming into a moth ready to gobble up my winter clothes. But how did it get onto the faucet in the first place?
And on Friday, six flights down and one block east, a small but mighty ant carried a huge, winged, red-headed carcass (identification, anyone?) up and down a fence railing, the iron so beautifully rusted that it resembled wood.
In Central Park, the water has turned completely green with algae, and the willows appear to be melting in the midsummer heat.
A fat freckled fish lurks near the shore.
And this morning in Riverside Park, the wall leaners and sitters are out in force.
A dryad with her cat sips a cold drink and gazes at the passing world.
After a while, the nymph hoists the gigantic cat onto her shoulder
and heads up the hillside.
I am so lucky to be back in Manhattan, where dryads carry giant cats through the streets and parks.Explore posts in the same categories: 2012, Birds, cats, Central Park, coyotes, dogs, Domestic animals, Hawks, In the City, insects, NYC Parks, Riverside Park, Seasons, Summer, Wildlife/Natural History comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.