Promenade on an Autumn’s Day

Photos and thoughts

All images are mine.

We begin with a feather. It was the first thing I saw. This morning, I had a private lesson on the other side of town. This meant a twenty-five minute trip on the bicycle, across the Maine river, uphill, and near the neighborhood I lived when I first moved to France nearly nine years ago. As I was leaving the lesson, I decided to drop by the Arboretum. I was there a month ago, but…