Life goes on, right here in Teaneck. In an area that used to be a soggy wetland, then became a debris repository for concrete fragments (from what, I don’t know) associated with the construction of the NJ Turnpike, there is now the Teaneck Creek Conservancy. I have highlighted the path of the creek.
This time of year, the White Suckers make their way upstream to spawn. We spy on them and snap pictures.
When I was a boy, late one night I watched the film adaptation of Tennessee Williams’ The Night of the Iguana. I was keen on iguanas then too, but of course, that’s not what the story is about. Watching it again a year ago, I couldn’t stay with it, but this scene is still a hoot.