Each day I take a walk by myself here in Delhi. Mostly at a local park named Lodi.
I try and give the Fitbit some action. But I also sit and do a lot of watching. There is always something going on here. More than twenty types of birds. Hawks swooping down with their unique scream agitating the crows. It’s a cacophony that the forty young deaf people doing some type of team bonding in the middle of the field cannot hear. Soccer/football playing. Family photo sessions. Picnics. People working out on exercise equipment. Contortionists in the yoga section.
Starting to see some of the same people each day. An old fellow with what appears to be a radio in his hand. A guy walking a Bull Terrier just like Spuds Mackenzie-except black. Too many young lovers to count. Not sure if they are same ones each day. An elderly man who is undergoing chemotherapy walking with a cane and a young assistant. He wears a tweed jacket that is too big for him and a black Greek fisherman’s woolen cap. A guy playing the flute on a bench in the middle of the park.
India really is incredible. You never know what to expect. Every day is different.
See below for some of my park photos. I hope you enjoy them.
I am all for this.
Wait a second! The back of these signs. I’m getting mixed messages here.
Bird house in the middle of the park? Check out the two photo bombers.
Hundreds of these birds in the park. Never gets old.
Caught my eye. Sacred Fig. Considered a sacred tree for Hindu folks.
Very cool. Section of park that has exercise equipment for those in wheelchairs.
Not the best quality photo. Color coordinated Sikh family photo shoot.
Loved these carvings.
Hijra (transgendered folks) looking for monetary donations from people in the park.
Not sure what the colored smoke symbolised.
Lily pads.
Stepping stones.
I call this one Narcissus.
Sweet potato man. As in the potato is sweet. I am not sure about the man.
Hawks on the ground, in flight and resting in the trees.
Vendor with a lot on his mind.
Palm trees.
Spud Makenzie’s Indian cousin.
I happened upon this crew. A parakeet chowing down with three squirrels.
M for Mary.
A dog just curled up and napping away.
Seriously how does one do that?
I liked this sign. They certainly spelled it out for visitors.
The end. I slip under the chain to exit at Gate 11. Not where I entered. 🙂
Hope you all have a fabulous weekend!
Just Being Mary 