[I haven’t been feeling very well this weekend — nothing dramatic, just a sinus infection I think — so I’m recycling something I wrote last fall. You’ll be able to tell because there are leaves on the trees. :)] I took a couple of walks this past weekend to Kingman Island. I like the island because it feels so much like the children’s book, the Secret Garden: You access the island – a set of islands, really -- from the vast, empty wastelands of a rusting, mostly-abandoned stadium. Soccer games are held there now, and there’s a never-ending debate about what should be done with the land. The city’s built some new baseball fields for kids, some new spaces for outdoor activities. And then you drive some more, and in the early morning maybe there’s no one else parked there. There’s no spaces painted on the cracked concrete even, you just pull up acting for all the world like you’re looking to get high, but instead you emerge into the grey dawn, get out your camera, step into the dew.
Louder on the Outside Than the Inside
Louder on the Outside Than the Inside
Louder on the Outside Than the Inside
[I haven’t been feeling very well this weekend — nothing dramatic, just a sinus infection I think — so I’m recycling something I wrote last fall. You’ll be able to tell because there are leaves on the trees. :)] I took a couple of walks this past weekend to Kingman Island. I like the island because it feels so much like the children’s book, the Secret Garden: You access the island – a set of islands, really -- from the vast, empty wastelands of a rusting, mostly-abandoned stadium. Soccer games are held there now, and there’s a never-ending debate about what should be done with the land. The city’s built some new baseball fields for kids, some new spaces for outdoor activities. And then you drive some more, and in the early morning maybe there’s no one else parked there. There’s no spaces painted on the cracked concrete even, you just pull up acting for all the world like you’re looking to get high, but instead you emerge into the grey dawn, get out your camera, step into the dew.