I’m in Boston where it’s a beautiful spring day. A friend and I just took a walk through the Public Garden, the oldest botanical garden in the country. It’s more formal than Golden Gate Park — in the same way Boston is more straitlaced than San Francisco — yet still filled with the same small park moments that bring me joy. I see a little boy clamber on the the brass statues of the duck family from “
Oh just loved this, and this sentence blew me away: "Parks take you backward and forward in time." ... andthis word play, "No wonder then.." Your essay helps me stop to take notice and wonder. Thank you.
Love your photos. When I saw the title Wonderland, I wondered if this was going to be about Playland which sat near the end of the park from from 1913 until 1972. Some of the “rocks” out that way are still made of plaster...
Oh just loved this, and this sentence blew me away: "Parks take you backward and forward in time." ... andthis word play, "No wonder then.." Your essay helps me stop to take notice and wonder. Thank you.
Love your photos. When I saw the title Wonderland, I wondered if this was going to be about Playland which sat near the end of the park from from 1913 until 1972. Some of the “rocks” out that way are still made of plaster...