This sad scene was shot in a river emptying into Lake Ontario, in upstate New York. I often wondered how the little tykes, faithfully following their mother through the foamy scum, made it. Not funny, is it?
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About Me
- Ralph
- New England, United States
- I am a clinical psychologist, photographer, editor of local Rotarian award winning newsletter, behavioral scientist and author of The Belt Theory of Juvenile Delinquency. I have one wife, 2 dogs, 4 children and 4 grand children. One daughter is a gifted artist; the other three (2 boys and a girl) are just medical doctors. Oh yes. I am a jack Mormon. You can look that one up.
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