Today, we joined many Kazakhs in a Sunday afternoon pastime: strolling. We meandered along the river and through the park in some lovely, sunny summer weather. Highlights of note include the number of young families and children out walking, amusement rides inside the city park, fishermen alongside the bank, and gorgeous beds of petunias blooming everywhere. Take a look for yourself.
This is an aimless blog that gives voices to small joys, quirky happenstances, everyday occurrences, and occasional pesterings as the author navigates her life paths as an educator, transplanted Wyomingite, traveler, and curiosity seeker.
Sunday, July 08, 2012
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