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57004--Lilac Wine
Dec. 9th, 2013 06:08 pmI drive past a park on the way to work every day. Off the right side of the freeway bridge, looking to the east is the American river. It is a beautiful sight in the early morning--the banks lined with trees, the river still, reflecting the first rays of sun. There's no place to stop and get a shot, so it is a picture that I take in my head every day.
On the other side of the freeway bridge is Discovery Park, where the American meets the Sacramento river. It's a nice spot to hang out--sometimes I take my lunch there, but not often enough.
One of the first shots I posted here (or at my previous journal) when I did my first "picture a day for a year" thing back in 2006, was taken in Discovery Park during the January floods. It was January 3rd. "The waters are turbulent", I noted. It was the year I started putting my life back together. The waters were turbulent.
Anyway, I didn't have to be at work until 8 this morning, so I drove through the park to see if I could find a vantage point to take a picture of the river. I got out and took some shots of the old bridge, nothing special. It was cold out--about 24 degrees. I got back in the car and drove out of the park, glancing at the archery range on the right as I went out. I almost got to the freeway entrance, and turned back. I can't count how many pictures I just kept driving past in the past few years, but not this one.
On the other side of the freeway bridge is Discovery Park, where the American meets the Sacramento river. It's a nice spot to hang out--sometimes I take my lunch there, but not often enough.
One of the first shots I posted here (or at my previous journal) when I did my first "picture a day for a year" thing back in 2006, was taken in Discovery Park during the January floods. It was January 3rd. "The waters are turbulent", I noted. It was the year I started putting my life back together. The waters were turbulent.
Anyway, I didn't have to be at work until 8 this morning, so I drove through the park to see if I could find a vantage point to take a picture of the river. I got out and took some shots of the old bridge, nothing special. It was cold out--about 24 degrees. I got back in the car and drove out of the park, glancing at the archery range on the right as I went out. I almost got to the freeway entrance, and turned back. I can't count how many pictures I just kept driving past in the past few years, but not this one.
