I Am the Grass (South Lido Park, January 2016)
March 3, 2016
I wondered why “I Am the Grass” leapt to mind when I scrabbled about for this post’s title. Googling, I found the Carl Sandburg poem. Ohh, that’s why: high-school English class.
March 3, 2016
I wondered why “I Am the Grass” leapt to mind when I scrabbled about for this post’s title. Googling, I found the Carl Sandburg poem. Ohh, that’s why: high-school English class.
Your eyes are really seeing.
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March 3, 2016 at 6:22 AM
Thanks, Barry. I always see something at this park, which is about a 15-minute drive from our house. I’ve traveled farther to see less.
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March 3, 2016 at 11:01 AM
It’s the places we’re able to visit again and again, which are naturally the ones closer to home, that reveal themselves the most to us.
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March 5, 2016 at 11:05 AM
I have to agree, Lynn—thinking not only of going to South Lido Park but also to the Vermilion River in Ohio. Also, the more a place become familiar, the easier it is to notice small changes that can invite a photograph.
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March 5, 2016 at 3:19 PM