Visiting a public garden, on a cold and sunny day can not only be invigorating, as far as the almost two-mile walk, but can also be visually rewarding, especially when flowers are still blooming.
I love looking upward through the trees, while walking, and this photo shows me doing just that.
Some of the earth beyond the gateway to the seedling flats are showing some buds and young plant growth. I also liked the shadows in the foreground.
The photo above looks as if it is just dirt…well it is…but it is also a dirt path within the public garden. I liked how the golden leaves illuminated each side of the path.
I love archways, gazebos, and gateways, and liked the visual the photo above presented to me while walking.
A few days ago, I drove into a public parking lot, stepped out, and proceeded to walk along the river walkway paralleling Columbia River in WA, on a cold autumn morning. Brr…the morning temperature was 24 degrees! I pulled the hood of my jacket over the wool hat I was wearing, wrapped my scarf a bit more over my nose and mouth, and took in the lovely views along the river walk.
The river walkway was empty, and I was the only person walking on it, for about 1/2 a mile, and then a runner passed me by, running in the opposite direction. She said good morning to me, and I responded in the same way. She had on knee-length running shorts a long-sleeved shirt, running knee-high socks, running shoes, a ski cap, and gloves. I understand the fact she was wearing shorts, even though it was frigid out. When running (or even walking), one’s body motion can often overcome the cold temperatures.
I was dressed for the weather, probably more than necessary. Aside from my forehead feeling cold, the rest of me was quite comfortable and warm, the entire time I walked. I walked for about two miles. When I returned to my car, I had a thermos of coffee waiting for me. I sat inside my car, facing the river, sipping my coffee, and was grateful for nature’s loveliness before me.
There is a quiet beauty in the bareness of branches, branches whose leaves have fallen, drifted off in the river of time, or carried away on breaths of the wind, leaving a quietude behind.
There is a loveliness in the iron bench, strong within its solitude, surrounded by silence, standing alone, nobody resting or seeking respite upon it, facing the river’s steady motion towards an unseen continuum.
There are moments for reflection, moments that one intensely perceives they are a minute part of the whole spectrum of existence, a speck within the global force, a blink in the eternal plan, a flicker in the candle of time.
Shabbat Shalom-if you celebrate! Have a lovely weekend to every one else.
“I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a Golden Tree.”
Not only does the local library offer an amazing plethora of books to peruse, but it also offers a wonderful autumn view, as one walks towards it from the parking lot.
I am currently reading We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves: A Novel, checked out through the library’s e-media section.