Sunday, September 17, 2006
One foot in summer, one foot in autumn
One of those magical September mornings today when summer and fall were entangled and it was both at the same time, the kind of day when it hasn't made up its mind yet what season it really is. Green was still everywhere, but there were hints of brown and burnt autumnal colors. All too soon, it will decide, and somehow it always decides the same way.
But for the moment, a smell of freshly-mowed clover along the bike path reminded me of when I was a kid in the country, golden days when it seemed I could ride forever, and the sun would always shine.
On the "butterfly bush" there were monarch butterflies in the asters.
Beaches were sunny and deserted.
In Vilas park, right in the heart of the city, a sandhill crane stood in the shade of an oak tree and kept an eye on what was going on.
And on the South West Bicycle path, there was a geometric arrangement in black & white, a Paul Strand moment.