It was another picture-perfect day, so I decided since my boss Robb was out this morning, I’d make it a picture-taking day. It was the first time to actually shed the coat and the last day for perfect weather since rain and storms are predicted off-and-on through Memorial Day.
When I am out and about, without a camera, I usually come upon the best photo ops, and, of course, since I was toting along the camera today, I really saw nothing spectacular. No cute critters, nothing offbeat or unusual … just Murphy’s Law, I guess.
But, I meandered along anyway, first stopping by the footbridge to look for the swallows that go dive bombing from the trees and perch along the footbridge railing all in a row. So, today, as I waited on them, they failed to show up. Maybe next time they’ll set their alarm clock and I’ll get them to “say cheese” and pose for me.
I saw some Empress Wu Hostas that were already as big as an elephant’s ear – how can that be when he had slow flurries a mere fortnight ago?
I walked along the fringe of Council Point Park but I didn’t venture in as I wanted to go to Memorial Park. Yesterday, when taking the car for a spin, I saw rows of staked flags and I wanted to check them out.
So after trekking around the neighborhood, pausing here and there along the way, I finally made it to Memorial Park, which was still decked out with its parade paraphernalia. There were about fifty flags placed in and around the memorial and pavilion by the Exchange Club of Lincoln Park. Unlike the “Healing Field” flag extravaganza, there are no service personnel names on the poles, just identical white poles and flags. The grandstands had not been dismantled yet and the flags were snapping in the breeze, so I clicked away.
It was peaceful in the Park and I took a load off my feet and sat on a park bench awhile before I finally headed home, another four miles added to my total.