Landing on Park Place.

07-25-15

Back in the day I can remember spending hours on a snowy Sunday afternoon playing Monopoly with my parents.   As I recall, it was always a coup when your token landed on “Park Place” and you acquired the deed, so every time I write about, or visit, the landing that juts out over the big drain at Council Point Park, I think of that game and the high-priced property known as Park Place. Today, that fictional piece of land, in reality, might be something that is part of the Trump empire or, in Detroit, a Dan Gilbert acquisition.

When I first began walking at Council Point Park, the water’s edge was a gem where geese, ducks and even swans, and their young, would gather. Whenever I tossed out tidbits of stale bread to them, it took me back to happy times at High Park in Toronto where my parents took me when I was very young. I’d have a bag of bread that Mom cut up for me, which I’d gleefully fling out at the birds, and, even though my aim was not so good, they’d come close to me, creating much noise on their part and eruptions of giggles and squeals of laughter by me.

Well, that was cheap entertainment, but I am richer for the experience.

I also am glad for the nature books my parents bought me and those little trips which helped instill a love of nature in me.

The Park has changed though this past year … sometimes I think it looks a little unloved.

I feel badly when I climb down from the trail to stand on the drain nowadays, as all I see is a still and rather-murky Ecorse Creek, devoid of water fowl. Even the waterlilies that are floating on the surface are missing their blooms … and their frogs.

But, while this concrete precipice at Council Point Park is absent wildlife these days, it is still a wonderful little place for reflections – whether it is your own visage peering into the water, or a place to evoke memories from the recesses of your mind. Sometimes this Park place is merely a venue to appreciate the reflection of the trees upon the water when the sun hits just right. Such a scene, hopefully, I’ve captured in the photo above.

I am reminded of this quote by Henry David Thoreau: “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”

I left the house early today as I wanted to get out and enjoy my walk in the Park before the humidity and heat and humans permeated the Park experience.

This morning was such a time for seeing more than meets the eye and looking at the Park through rose-colored glasses to see the beauty. It was so very peaceful and quiet, as it was early enough that the crowd had not yet arrived. I savored the solitude and enjoyed having the Park to myself, save for a few songbirds that insisted on injecting their music into the silence of the still morn, or, perhaps the occasional teensy splashes in the water of Creek inhabitants like turtles or fish who were coming up for air.

I read online, just this week, that communing with nature on a daily basis increases your ability to concentrate and gives you more brain power – really?! Too bad you can’t bottle up that experience and sell it, huh?

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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4 Responses to Landing on Park Place.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    The picture was peaceful, quiet and relaxing. This is your Park Place. Maybe the DNR could explain where the fowl and the amphibians went. Thanks Linda.

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    • lindasschaub says:

      Well, last year one of the girls in the Park told me that a lot of people complained about the geese walking around the loop/perimeter path and so after the goslings were old enough to fly, the City had someone come and spray the grass with something to repel the geese … while it would not kill them, they were supposed to not like the taste. They didn’t spray in the area outside the park – there are baseball diamonds there and a lot of grass so the geese can graze there. But the ducks, swans and geese not been in the water – just the ducklings I saw nestled in the bushes … maybe it was the heat?

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  2. ann marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda…………………………….I love the peaceful photo of the fallen tree in the creek……………..and thanks for the quote about the benefits of communing with nature
    annmarie

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    • lindasschaub says:

      Another reply to your message which went to SPAM folder for some reason. I liked that quote – it was perfect for the post. That tree has been there for awhile. Looks a little surreal in the beautiful Park.

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