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!
Starting off the final zoo segment with a display of carved wooden jungle beasts. It’s a work my nephew brought back from Lagos, Nigeria. It shows several of the animals that retired for the day before the picnic even started at the zoo. As we walked through the River’s Edge, all we saw were empty display areas. At the brand new exhibit for the Andean Bears all we saw was other zoo visitors with their noses pressed to a glass panel trying to see the two bears huddled at the back of their cave. (I can just see the mama bear asking the papa bear, “Do you think they want to sleep in our bed?”)
We lucked out an exhibit later when the black rhino began to strut around his stomping grounds shortly after we arrived and even pretend to charge the viewers. (For about two or three feet)
Unfortunately, he didn’t even scare the sacred ibis from ancient Egypt that shares part of his domain. (Hmmm, what is the plural of ibis? There were about six of them.)
It was a real nice ant hill, but the sign on the fence said that this was the home of the cheetah family. (Guess they were all lurking in the shadows and licking their lips as they decided which one of us would make the best dinner guest.)
And his friend was even messier!
Guess they’re trying to prove they’re not extinct yet. They are an endangered species in Africa, and the Saint Louis Zoo is part of a world-wide effort to keep them from disappearing. That’s why this year’s picnic was A Painted (dog) Picnic.
And LITTLE LUKE (standing next to the hippo on the bottom of the pool) decided that hippos are really BIG!!! He liked the little fishies, too.
And that brought us to the end of THE RIVER’S EDGE! There was an Elephant Enrichment Program scheduled for 6:00, but that was the time for our own enrichment … the picnic dinner! Besides we had to get to CHILDREN’S ZOO first, so the adults could watch the little kids pet the baby goats, big snakes, and guinea pigs. There are so many things for the kids to play with here, it’s hard to get the away. The adults got a special treat though, we were watching the new moma tree kangaroo and her little baby stuck his or her head out of the moma’s pouch. (Yes, I again failed to get my camera up fast enough to photograph him or her.)
Nichole with the little goats!
Luke with the big snake that was taller than he was.
(And the kids wouldn’t touch the real live Python. Guess kids really aren’t that dumb!)
And that was our annual family trip to the zoo!
But we missed the lions, tigers and bears!!!