If it would help, I’d stomp my foot indignantly on the grass, now not as green as it was the last time I posted here.
I could work up quite a respectable flurry of indignation, too. Summer heat and smothering humidity have been blown off somewhere with palm trees and year-round suntans that don’t come from a bottle or a tanning bed.
Or maybe I wouldn’t stomp my foot and gripe after all. How can I complain about the end of summer when it’s Autumn, the Best Season of All? Summer is wonderful laziness, but Autumn is bright and crisp and the world changes with every new day.
Yesterday I took a walk along the river in a park that is filled with people of every age scurrying around having fun! dawn to after dusk every day all summer long. Yesterday the park was empty except for me and a man who didn’t seem to have anywhere else to be and looked as if he hadn’t had anywhere else for a very long time. He sat at a table on a covered patio and I walked in the light rain, my camera tucked into my jacket to protect it.
I’m not a habitual rain-walker, but the rain was very light and I needed some shots to help me at landscape painting class which starts tomorrow. I didn’t find what I was looking for, but I found something I hadn’t known I’d see–beautiful Autumn sneaking up on me. I especially like this bike rack. When it’s holding up bicycles you can’t see that it is beautiful, but shining with rain and set among leaves changing colors, I think it qualifies as public art and not just a convenient fixture.
too pretty to use
