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rainboots and puddles in Riverside Park

– sometimes, a puddle in Riverside Park begs to be photographed or painted –

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but . . .

At other times, encountered by a pair of spirited Stockadians, it begs to be jumped . . .

. . . especially, when they’ve worn their rainboots.  . . . .

Here’s the proof.  [Faces have been omitted to protect the innocent and the mischievous.  As always, click on a photo for a larger version.]

Puddle-jumping knows no generational boundaries, of course, and may even be passed along in a family’s DNA.

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Turning around to jump a puddle from the opposite end is quite natural — and possibly inevitable.

The best thing about puddle-jumping is that there is almost always another puddle nearby.  Check it out for yourself sometime soon in Riverside Park or along the challenging but puddle-friendly sidewalks of the Schenectady Stockade.