I knew that yesterday would be a special morning for walking. It had rained the night before and the morning was overcast, reducing the glare yet leaving a slight shine all over. The parks were quiet; air, still. Wonderful conditions for appreciating what I’m sure will prove to be one of my most memorable walks.
The lily pond in Lincoln Park was quite deserted, and edges of the pond were almost messy with dying grasses and fallen leaves. But the surface of the water, with its delicately reflected colors, and the distinctive palette of the colors themselves, was an impressionist’s dream. I took a ‘cool’ picture of the south end of the pond.
On the north end, it was quite a different story, with flaming maples, green rushes, and an entirely different feel.