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Pratt's Wayne Forest Preserve
Along the Prairie Path - westbound
Wayne, Illinois
May 2007
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Stanage Edge, Peak District, UK.
Nothing new this weekend. Here's another one from the same evening as the previous upload in mod-October.
Another one from the Upper Los Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve. Tonemapped in Photomatix with final tweaks and sharpening Photoshop CS5.1
A wee garden path that caught my eye in West Linton, Scotland. Shot with my Rolleiflex 2.8f on Portra 400.
ADDA's LAST DAY IN PARIS...walk through paris with ADDA while he sees his favorite places to say 'au revoir' until next time....
it's always hard to say goodbye to PARIS. the weather is nice and sunny warm, though autumn is approaching. the leafs on the trees that line the seine and the canal saint martin are softly hitting the cobblestones. soon there will be the crunching of the dry leaves underfoot instead of the crunching of the sand in the parks walkways.
it's a quick bus ride to the 'quai du hotel du ville' which is along the seine river. there is a little hidden restaurant, galleries 88, which is off the beaten path, even if being on the path well taken by many tourists. most just walk by not realizing it is a gem. not tourist fancy at all, hence, the locals make a beeline there for lunch. the nights have a soft candle light atmosphere with a local musician stringing his or her guitar. yes it is a hole in the wall. mainly because their walls inside are from the turn of the century...18th at that. it makes for a quaint atmosphere inside, but, today is a beautiful day, and there are four old 1930's cafe tables outside...vacant.
a couple tables have the old wooden rickety folding chairs, one has the folding chair in metal, and one table has bamboo with green and white plastic webbing. those look very french chic and more importantly, they are comfortable.
so you know which ones i choose.
it is the start of autumn, so there are several yell maple tree leaves scattered under the tables. the sun is coming through the tree leaves which are desperately still clinging to the tall trees in front of galleries 88, as well, as the trees along the seine across the street. also there is a view of the 'bouquinistes', which are book vendors- old books plus the typical paris souvenirs-plastic eiffel towers.
most of the large six foot boxes perched upon the wall are closed for it is monday. there is one vendor across the street and he is wearing an old worn out chinese pointed straw hat. he is quiet a character, for he is also wearing an old vest, a loosely tied black tie, and worn jeans. homeless dapper chic.
one can not see the seine river because paris is built up so that when it rains, the streets are not flooded as they were in 1911. then, water flowed into the surrounding houses causing havoc all around the river. there's a famous alley , 'le chat que peche' (the cat who fishes). it is named that cause the water went up to the window sill and the household cat was seen sitting on the window sill and catching fish with its paw. folks were so charmed by that, they named a street in honor of the fishing cat.
notre dame church is peeking though the branches. there are apartment buildings in front of the church. mind you, these are no ordinarily apartments, they were build in the 1600 and 1700's. and they are the most expensive real estate in paris. the view from where i am sitting is very 3-d, to see these images against a clear blue sky. the light in paris is magical, no wonder artists from around the world come here to paint and crate.
there is another church in the distance-it is on the left bank side of the seine. st sulpice- its clock tower pierces the cloudless sky. it is the place where on saturday , i went to a brocante (flea market) in its plaz. i was careful not to buy anything- but i did see an old brown leather doctor's bag snatched up for 20 euros. i would of so purchased that. i told the young french woman that it would cost 200 to 300 dollars in the usa. "you have a score & it makes a great purse on you.", she beamed.
'beaming' now that is how i must look to folks while i'm having my 4pm lunch on my last day in paris. you see this is my favorite place in paris. it clearly is not on the tourist map. galleries 88 has a wonderful home-made gnocchi with a Gorgonzola cheese sauce. the oval bites of buttery potato puffs melt in your mouth. the cheese sauce gives them a tangy depth. for 9 euros -its's a deal. the house wine is a cheap blend-not too exciting and it really does not add to the lunch. next time, i will go a step up and get a 'good glass' and not the plonk. but still, the wine rounds out the non-pretentiousness of this cafe.
the pasta comes in a brown ceramic bowl. long ago, they used to serve their food in Moroccan arabesque bowls-exotic colors and designs-but over the year they go chipped and cracked, so they were replaced. i always come her on my last day in paris--this way if anything happens, i can say, i had my favorite meal, in my favorite cafe, over looking my favorite spot in paris....
oh my. a painter also likes this view, for he has just parked his little cart containing his easel, paints, and stuff next to the cafe. he has a cloth hat which sports numerous blotches of dried paint. the easel is set up in record time. he squirts out his paints onto his palate and then sticks his brushes into a side box. the brushes look like protruding porcupine quills . he attacks his canvas so fast , that the background was finished before i completed this sentence. he is causing a commotion for everyone walking by is looking or taking aphoto. even the bouquinist with the Chinese straw hat walked across the street to view the painter with the floppy hat.
it certainly is a quaint place in paris to spend one's last day...and it is not over yet!
A 4-station makeover has cleared the way for PATH to implement new 9-car service on the Newark-World Trade Center line: Exchange Place, Journal Square, Grove St, and Newark Penn Station.
Credit: PANYNJ
A walk around Elmdon Park in Solihull, on Bank Holiday Monday (as Boxing Day fell on a Saturday in 2015). Would have had a Christmas Day walk but was raining that day.
Eventually when the paths ran out, we had to walk over long grass. But was muddy and wet!
Paths
Mom and I go on our winter cruise during the Christmas holiday. We visit Cozumel and Costa Maya in Mexico, Belize City, Belize, and Roatan, Honduras. We finish off with a few days in New Orleans. Beautiful Mayan ruins, snorkeling and kayaking, and meeting some new friends on the boat!
I never get over how a stream can be so open in the tangled forest, yet so closed in overhead. There's this fine and perfect line to tread, and so many local creeks do it well. Just like the abandoned roads I travel, they're about the same width and just as winding, except these have forces working in their favor. That ever-running water, shallow as a trickle now, but building into autumn. Soon, a flood will wash away the deadfall, fallen trees that would choke and bury any ordinary path. For now, I go picking up the pebbles, hopping banks and bedrock, heading south and uphill between McNally and Australia Road. All the space is filled that can be, branches meeting to swallow the sky, wet highway running its own way. Robinson Brook lets me escape for a while, and I'm grateful going where it wants.
September 21, 2021
Morden, Nova Scotia
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