Out for a Thursday late afternoon autumn stroll in the park. Fitting it in between the rain showers. Darkness just minutes away. The cries of a bald eagle (that I failed to locate) in the sky overhead.
I despise driving after sunset these days and while it's raining .... because I can't see shit (not to forget lines, lanes and curbs) on the roads .... but the lure of autumn photography was stronger. And especially after a friend asked me if I'd been getting any autumn photos to which my reply was, not many."
This after a visit to a downtown art gallery and a trip to the public library where I stopped by the "Friend's Store" and found a compact disc of music by the classical composer, Bela Bartok .... (which if I've identified the correct Discogs page, and I think I have, is worth ten to fifteen times what I paid for it) .... and a book by civil war historian, Bruce Catton. I'd drop in more often if they hadn't made the place look and feel so freaking sterile during their earthquake proofing and remodel a few years ago. They've driven me away with their overuse of the color white and their great efforts at decluttering of ..... well the books. Bookshelves in a library should be overflowing with titles.
Everything looks better through an autumn filter.
The hour 'fall back' of clocks a couple weekends ago, shouldn't have taken place until winter arrives. It's getting dark too early while there's still autumn colors to be seen.
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