Returning to the park after a long time, I found my attention arrested by a tree... So much beauty and so much pain in its position in a mass of cracked, dried wood. In years passed, I must have walked by it many times, before the sky-storm or the man-storm or it’s parasitic illness. When … Continue reading A Broken Tree: Three Photos
Velvet quiet, wise lamps, lakes like oil spills, statues that wink behind you, and the soft flutter of sleepless birds... What's there not to like about a midnight park? And then you have the occasional oddball… Such as the Frenchwoman who was talking to herself and gesticulating fiercely on lone alleys, and then turned away … Continue reading Midnight Park
Still waiting for the snow. Any luck there yet?