3.30 am is a magical hour that is both late and early. i'm never sure if it's night or morning. edgar got me up a little while ago and despite my exhaustion the past couple of days, i haven't been able to get back to sleep. the moon is huge and low and tilted on it's 3/4 side, hanging in the trees by my window, flirting with me. i can't seem to look away.yesterday after dinner we headed out on a walk. a fast paced, we need exercise, sort of walk. along the water and through the buildings i adore. but when we reached lake ontario park, we found it fully under construction. this park is an untouched piece of beauty that has been my favorite destination since i was a child. the lake, the trees, the little round bathroom buildings, the long house. and the remains of a tiny amusement park with rides and mini golf that was there for 50 years until 7 or 8 years ago when it was dismantled and moved to a dusty and exhaust smelling property just off the highway. i thought my heart wouldn't recover the day i saw the little roller coaster and giant slide and bumper cars coming down. but now, after years of getting used to the park without the kitschy cotton candy stand and merry go round, i think they are constructing a high end urban landscape. the loveliness will be interrupted with stone work and fountains and it's all breaking my heart all over again.
my camera went with us last night. and i've posted photos of our walk on foblographie. you can link through to have a peek.
Your descriptions of emotions as well as of places are always very good and clear but it is very nice to be able to look at some more photoos as i like your photoos a lot.
ReplyDeletei can see in my absence creativity over at your place has flourished (as always)that's so good.
thanks for your sweet words xx
Beautifully written. I feel the angst in your words.
ReplyDeleteI am very urban, but maybe because of that I very much understand what you feel. I often think that the last thing we need is more 'stone', and don't even get me started on urban development.
ReplyDeleteI love that place too but I haven't been there in such a long time. It is sad.
ReplyDeleteI can see and feel it all--the old park, the new one, the one to be, all the emotions and memories. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI know what you are talking about. As everywhere the old things have to go and be replaced with new things. I am sorry to say it but I guess it's the money that rules the world. So sad!
ReplyDeleteAmazing how we can grieve for things that we know are transient yet they concrete themselves into our hearts so sneakily... then it really hurts when it's time to pull them away... xx
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