Mr. Independent

Maceo is defeintely entering the stage of independence. As his walking has moved beyond "tentative Frankenstein" to legitimate cruising, he loves to strike off on his own. Perhaps the funniest thing is that with each step he mutters, grunts and chats to himself - as if making sounds outloud creates a cadence that helps him put one foot in front of the other. So each step is peppered with undecipherable sounds with some actual real words sprinkled in. Here are some shots of him in the Forest Hills Cemetery. The ones with the metal pole make me think of him working construction on the highway.