The Saint Louis Metro-transit System has an ongoing project of adding works of art to the many Metro Stations of its system. Some have been classics. But the latest entry is a real head scratcher. It was recently added to the Shrewsbury Station.
The name of this work is LONDON … and frankly, I just don’t get it! While it does cast an interesting shadow, it still looks like an elongated AC exhaust port.
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This was my shot of the last SUPER MOON OF THE SUMMER. Photographing the moon involves a lot of guess work, luck, and a lot of throwaway photos. Also any haze in the sky … even though you can’t see it … will give you a photo of the moon lacking detail.
THAT THUD YOU JUST HEARD WAS EITHER FALL FALLING OR SUMMER DEPARTING AND SLAMING THE DOOR!
And to celebrate, the West Walnut Manor trees started littering the lawns.
Actually, I was expecting this.
Little Debbie Pumpkin Delights showed up in grocery stores last week!
My favorite fall treat!
September 22 – 9:29 p.m. CDT
And all things considered, it was a pretty good summer around here!
Tomorrow the first day of Fall will arrive at 10:29 P.M./EDT, and I was just thinking that I hadn’t seen a butterfly around the garden all summer. Then a flock of three showed up in the back gardens of West Walnut Manor!
They all appear to be male Monarchs. Could it be that these butterflies are not only free, but also gay? That could explain the dwindling numbers in the Monarch migrations. But it sure is great to see them flutter by on their way south again.
But with so many monarchs hanging around, I knew that there had to be a few commoners, serfs, toadies and peons in the area. And sure enough, I this is what I found in the lower end of the flower bed …
… a common and smaller American Painted Lady or Thistle butterfly and a bunch of worker bees busy at work.
By the way, does anyone know the name of the pink flowers that my mother planted behind what was then or vegetable garden some fifty years ago. The butterflies and bees really are attracted to them.
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At the very top of Art Hill in Forest Park there appears to be what I consider to be a living example of ENDURANCE. To maintain its position at the top of the hill, it looks like this tall pine tree has grown an extra hand at its base to actually grip the soil that holds it there. In other words, a tree shouting I WILL SURVIVE in spite of being located in the middle of tornado alley!
No one really enjoys growing old, and even worse older. I know I’m getting older every morning when I look in the mirror and discover all the new sags, bags and wrinkles that seemingly have appeared overnight. But while shopping in the local supermarket today I discover a birthday card I would even consider sending to myself.
VINTAGE sounds way better than OLD FART!