Spanish Moss in Audubon Park

I had a long day at work today, but it was a good one–one of those days where your students are smart and charming and inquisitive and you find real pleasure in your work. I was tired by the end of the day, but the weather and the light was simply too much to just head straight home. I went to Audubon Park to see what everybody else was doing. I did two laps and passed–and got passed–by a whole bunch of folks on bikes. There were runners, walkers, and a couple of speedwalkers, lots of dogs, a rollerblader or two, and some golfers. There were ducks and geese and squirrels and several white ibis, pecking away at the grass. I took this picture on my second go-around. The spanish moss just drips off this oak tree. It’s like being right on the underside of a cloud. Another lovely October day in New Orleans.

Spanish Moss on Oak Trees in Audubon Park

I was back on my bicycle today, off to work, yoga, home, then back to work again.  On my way home from yoga I detoured through Audubon Park again, hoping to stretch out my ride a bit and see some oak trees; they always remind me of both permanence–they are enormous and old and intimidating–and the inevitability of loss–so many are blown over in storms or cut down to make way for something else.  Continue reading

Meditation Walk in Audubon Park

Today’s bike ride took me to yoga and then back home, this time through Audubon Park.  Today there were cyclists, runners, walkers, dog walkers, and in-line skaters.  Tons of folks are out and about in the park at 6:30 on a Sunday evening, especially when it tastes like fall.  Continue reading