coming across these stairs
in the middle of the woods
wondering what they once led to
and how much time has been lost
since they led anyone there?
—
“lost time is never found again. “
-benjamin franklin
—
kuebler langford park, ann arbor, michigan, usa
walking through a park
on a beautiful day
looking up to the sky
and
quietly sitting way up there
was a very polite and interested audience
it was standing room only.
—
“ive never had any idea that what I like would resonate with the audience, and i’m pleasantly surprised when it does.”
-tom petty (r.i.p.)
—
south pond park, ann arbor, michigan, usa
fall is only ‘fall’ to americans, even though the term was coined in britain.
what do you call the picking of ripe sweet potatoes, apples, squash and pumpkins?
harvest.
that was the word used until the 1300s to describe the next few months of weather.
because “harvest” also meant the gathering of ripe crops, when the word “autumn” showed up in english writing, its popularity soared.
some time after, poets coined the phrase “the fall of leaves” — shortened to “fall” in the 1600s.
the word “autumn” still remained popular throughout england’s period of colonizing the world.
the lack of consistent communication between the english and the people in the american colonies led to differences in the language.
by the mid-1800s, the word “fall” had firmly rooted itself in america.
—
and apparently something was again lost in translation
when communicating with mother nature
as yesterday was the official first day of
fall/harvest/autumn
and our temps in michigan were in the 90s.
(photo: fuller park, ann arbor, mi, usa)
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credit: cnn news
in keeping with the food theme of the month
and lucky timing
i visited mushroom park
as part of my ann arbor park walk
and there i found
a wonderful unique park
smack dab in the middle of a neighborhood
surrounded by
a group of small rolling grassy berms
once i walked through the path between the little hills
there was a sweet little playground
and a series of
interesting psychedelic painted ceramic mushrooms
it had a very special feel about it
i kept expecting to cross paths with a gnome or fae folk
instead i found a colorful hand-painted rock
one had left behind
and if i had to guess
i’d say that this charming little park
just may have been created in the ’60s.
—
“i’m just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?”
-joe pesci
—
credits: mushroominfo.com, national food days/months
one september morning
i went to a place beyond dawn
s source of sweetness that flows
and is never less.
i have been shown
a beauty that would confuse both worlds.
-rumi
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reflection of the sky and trees in the huron river
gallup park, ann arbor, mi, usa
what a lovely coincidence
that on this day
as i continue on my city parks journey
and drive through a neighborhood
i am lost
until
i come to the intersection of
pamela and patricia
the names of
my two sisters
one still with us
one gone forever
and today –
her birthday
i look ahead to find
they’ve led me
to the beautiful park right in front of me.
—
“don’t forget to leave your handprints on the ones you love
and your footprints around the neighborhood.”
― lisa c. miller
not one of them is actually sitting on a swing
but it makes a great jungle gym.
—
“infinity imagines curiousity from the wild abyss –
only the child makes a swing-set view of the world upside down.
unwatched truth is the enchantment of childhood.
and we never grow out of it…”
-akaine kramarik
