Good example of the thrashing about trying to get the words just right. I always have mixed feelings about zoos: last time I visited one, over twenty years ago on the East Coast as a sort of memory-lane/childhood echo thing, instead of wonder and awe I wound up feeling depressed and angry. Guess the experience of seeing wolves, bears, eagles etc. in captivity after watching them live, in person, in the wild, puts a sad perspective on the whole scene. It aesthetically ranks up there with the difference between pornography and the real thing, though modern zoos are supposedly much better at recreating environments and ensuring decent living conditions (apart from being in cages).
I was sketching at the local watering-hole over brunch yesterday, and noticed a young kid