Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

Home.

Milan Hill State Park.

Finding things dropped on purpose.

Grandparenting.

The state park was closed for a little while and when they eventually reopened it they made it more camper friendly. This is one of 4 Yurts they constructed along with 6 (?) campsites with platforms for tents.

Free continental breakfast.

Back at the compound, checking out Nina and Jaspers pond.

A “natural break” at the playground where I went to elementary school.

Jaycee!

Ice cream with no wipes = photo killer.

Later, trapping wild animals.

Dinner.

It was good to be home.

Last week I was a chaperone for Noah’s class trip to the Prospect Park Zoo. Before we left, Ms. Yelena briefed the kids on how they should act.

A surfeit of kids making faces into my phone.

A muster of kids on the bus.

A rafter of kids looking at something, I don’t remember.

A cartload of kids look at a congress of Hamadryas Baboons.

A romp of kids try to destroying bird eggs.

A rookery of kids drawing.

Bat anatomy (a group of bats is called a colony, boring).

A shoal of fish getting harassed by a skulk of kids.

Sea lion feeding.

Tseday’s sister. I don’t need a reason.

Then the rain started.

A cackle of kids eating lunch a shrewdness of adults hoped the rain would let up.

Noah C.

The rain didn’t let up. Downpour.

It was a fun/wet bus ride back to school.

American Museum of Natural History on another sweltering summer day.

Lil’ dude blazing up the stairs.

Catching up with old friends.

Gotta stop by and look at Mt. Washington.

Some of this stuff is creepy.

Even skateboarders like stuffed animals.

The other weekend we biked from Jamaica Bay to Rockaway Beach. Noah needed some convincing.

We off.

Straight to tacos (just like everyone else).

This bro caught a bunch of little clams.

Always be digging.

Packing up.

The other weekend, visiting Noah’s favorite place.

See.

The bat room.

Noah milking it, when we should really be heading home.