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Norah At The Vinoy

It was a slow week at the Spare-The-Rod Daycare center so Norah and I decided to shake things up and go to the Vinoy for a walk.  The sea breeze, the birds flocking out in the Bay, the soon-to-be-demolished Pier, the power people-watching, and all she is interested in is a squirrel.  That's life as an 18-month old, I reckon.

Take a walk with us, but sssshhh, you'll scare the wildlife.  And while we are Ssshhhhh-ing it, I'm not going to say much more.  I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.  Let's just walk.

By the way, the Vinoy is on my top 3 places to go here in St. Petersburg.  This is where one can find a park bench and look out at the Bay, watch people jogging, biking, and walking.  It is next to a small airport and you can watch planes practicing their takeoffs and landings.  On special days you can catch a cruise ship entering or leaving.  There are freighters, big planes heading to Tampa from all over, to just simply watching the water.  We have seen manatees, sharks, dolphins, horseshoe crabs, and the 4th of July fireworks from here.   It is as good a place as any, outside the BFE CC, to get your head on straight.



This bird was checking Norah out for food.


Deciding she didn't have any, the bird wandered off.


Walking can be hard work for a wee one.



But when she gets up a head of steam she can leave the old guy in the dust.



So much to see at the Vinoy...



Such picturesque surroundings...



But all she sees is a squirrel.





Said squirrel has jumped onto the tree.


Norah, look!  You won't see that up North!


But all she is interested in is that squirrel, and there's plenty of them everywhere.






In my favorite park, with my favorite girl.  Perfect.  Hopefully next time she will appreciate more of the aesthetics of the place other than just the squirrels.  But then again, you find find whatever it is you need at the Vinoy.  

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