Why did the geese cross the road?

Beats me why they crossed the road… all I know is that I was really glad that they did.


It’s Saturday morning, and I’m up with the crack of dawn, running around photographing various Albany iconography for a special photo project. As I headed back home, I took the scenic route (read: the non-I-787 route) and stopped at the Stewart’s in Menands for a few snacks and a couple of bottles of diet cola.

And just then, I saw them.

Several of them.

A whole gaggle of geese, walking across Broadway without a care in the world, oblivious to the Saturday morning traffic. And you could tell that the drivers – with all apologies to Robert McCloskey – made way for the goslings.

Man, I wish I had my little video camera in the car with me. All I had was my still cameras –

Hey wait a second. Didn’t I pack the RCA Small Wonder in the car for another project?

Checked the front seat. Well, looky there.

And looky here.

Now how cool is that?