I love parks. Specifically, fall time at parks is my favorite. I love seeing the contrast of vibrant summer being met with the golden-kissed oranges and yellows of fall. The lush, alive and moist greens met with crisp, dry, and cooler yellows and oranges…
Today, I dropped my kids off at school. When I am done going to the elementary, I take myself abd my 6th grade son to the elementary and park our van. Mana goes in on the left side, I go in on the right side. Usually, he wants me to take him coloser to where he enters the bui8lding, but, I’m lazy and ened up parking closer to my door, which is on the right side. Sometime
Around him was a world he didn’t know, wilds he was familiar with now manicured into something else. Everything felt off to him, like he couldn’t hear the Mother’s voice anymore.
I sit in the park with my sketchbook, trying to capture the long shadows in the golden afternoon and how the sun feels on my back, watching a rolly-pollie tumble over clover like a clumsy baby elephant as long-legged black ants skitter by.
In a different world, the word ‘park’ usually would raise images of manicured green grass that looked like a carpet, with trees and benches for sitting around ponds and fountains. But this park was pitted with burnt out buildings and the smell of wood smoke in the air. It was once filled with the laughter of children and young couples sitting side by side as they picnicked and planned their lives. And now a strange wind blows through the ruins.
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I love parks. Specifically, fall time at parks is my favorite. I love seeing the contrast of vibrant summer being met with the golden-kissed oranges and yellows of fall. The lush, alive and moist greens met with crisp, dry, and cooler yellows and oranges…
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Today, I dropped my kids off at school. When I am done going to the elementary, I take myself abd my 6th grade son to the elementary and park our van. Mana goes in on the left side, I go in on the right side. Usually, he wants me to take him coloser to where he enters the bui8lding, but, I’m lazy and ened up parking closer to my door, which is on the right side. Sometime
Around him was a world he didn’t know, wilds he was familiar with now manicured into something else. Everything felt off to him, like he couldn’t hear the Mother’s voice anymore.
I sit in the park with my sketchbook, trying to capture the long shadows in the golden afternoon and how the sun feels on my back, watching a rolly-pollie tumble over clover like a clumsy baby elephant as long-legged black ants skitter by.
In a different world, the word ‘park’ usually would raise images of manicured green grass that looked like a carpet, with trees and benches for sitting around ponds and fountains. But this park was pitted with burnt out buildings and the smell of wood smoke in the air. It was once filled with the laughter of children and young couples sitting side by side as they picnicked and planned their lives. And now a strange wind blows through the ruins.
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grass
sky
sunshine
kids
family
dogs
slides
balls
skates
nature
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trees
grass
sky
sunshine
kids
family
dogs
slides
balls
skates
nature