Goldenrod blooms in late August, its yellow/golden statement the sign of autumn’s arrival.
​Autumn reinvents; its transformative voice slow and measured. Suddenly, stunning red vines drape like stoles across the shoulders of a chain linked fence. Then, another cluster, a red spray.

A red lipped leaf becomes a reflection on roads less traveled; brilliance in the midst of bland.

Yellow, brown, green and red coexist as death arrives. Humans try to fence nature out, tell it where, how, and when to grow. But nature is nature, pushes, even through iron.

 Autumn reinvents.
2020 needs immediate deliverance.
​Drift wood reminders of scenes from movies,  Deliverance and Daughters of the Dust.

Like AWB sings in School Boy Crush, I was "just out walking," getting some fresh air and exercise. The other reason was to get to know my new, refurbished camera, a necessary tool for visual artists.

It is 84 degrees and 9:30 a.m.

By the time I get going, it's nearly 90 degrees. Mask on and sweating, I make my way to Riverfront Park along the Monongahela River.

Funny thing about sunshine and breezes, the 90 degrees part of the equation is not a hindrance, rather a blessing. People all over the world are sick, some dying or dead. No complaints from me. I walk for them. The following is a photo and video journal of my morning walk.

​This first image is a mistake, the camera did its job as it swung around my neck. I forgot to turn it off and this is a picture of the path I walked. Mistakes can be good things. Like Miles said, "There are no mistakes, just new music."

This little bird allowed me to take its picture. Then suddenly turned in the other direction so I could get that side too.

Texture and color theory. The first is a close up of a huge boulder situated along the path. The second is the same boulder where someone spay painted across the bottom, lines of pink.

Lots of shades of green and majestic trees along the Monongahela River. And then bursts of fushcia.

Next came geese walking. Time to sit, relax, reflect.
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Pardon my shaky hands.

Since I began with AWB, here's School Boy Crush. Back in the day I knew the number to this song on the jukebox at the bar. Here's to relaxation and good times. Listen with earphones so you can hear the baseline. Enjoy!