Day 107 - Blue period by Edward Crim

In my end-of-day wanderings through the park, I often think of Andrew Marvell’s amazing 17th century “Baby, let’s get it on!” poem, “To His Coy Mistress.” Not that I’m thinking of a person, but rather of the underlying theme of mortality. We each of us have a limited time on this earth, so let us carpe the diem and do some worthwhile things. For me, that worthwhile thing is photography and connecting with people. Wait, that’s two worthwhile things! And I get to do them at the same time! Two birds, one camera!

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Day 106 - Blue skies forever! by Edward Crim

Yes, I know they won’t last forever, and that into our lives more rain will fall, but that doesn’t mean I was going to enjoy these skies any less! I sat on the sidewalk in front of the Jewel Box to get some low angle shots of the tulips, and while I was there I practiced getting up again without pushing myself off the ground. It is more difficult with two cameras and a backpack, but yes, I can rock my body forward and stand up from a sitting position without touching the ground (or the floor or the walk or the street). This simple feat gives me a rather oversized sense of accomplishment every time

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Day 105 - The egret and his prey by Edward Crim

Today, in case you weren’t aware, was Tax Day, and I, true to my usual form, was wrestling with my tax forms. I managed to finish earlier than I usually do, and got in an hour of riding my bicycle through the park. It’s hard, though, to take photos while moving, and also not the best way to see what’s going on in the world around you. So after picking R up from school

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Day 104 - After a rain by Edward Crim

Sunday afternoon, after the rain (and even a bit of snow), the wind blew, and blew, and the last remnants of winter seemed to be blown away. By the World’s Fair pavilion, the tulips rejoiced, silver linden, white redbud and red crabapple blossomed along the sidewalks, and between the staircases a host of golden daffodils fluttered and danced in the breeze. 

Down by Kerth fountain, the wind blew

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Day 103 - The hand of man by Edward Crim

If you’ve been paying attention to Forest Park over the last few years, you will have seen some rather radical changes to the management of the space which has been called “Saint Louis’ town square.” Over the last 8 or so years we have had controlled burns in areas of the park, an intense program of eradication invasive species and the expansion of the wild areas within the park. Today I chanced upon a crew of volunteers, led by Gary Schimmelpfenig, planting plugs of native grasses in the Kennedy Woods Savanna. I watched for a while before wandering into the woods,

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Day 102 - Cool and breezy by Edward Crim

I am on the west side of Jefferson lake where the red-eared sliders are sunning themselves on the water lily pots in the center of the south end of the water. The lawn between it and Faulkner Drive is dense with spring beauty and violets, and the early afternoon sun is casting delicate shadows on the grass. There is a translucency to the first budding of the trees,

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Day 101 - A new perspective. by Edward Crim

Thursday was a busy day in America’s Premier urban park, and I was privileged to be out and about with many of my fellow citizens, enjoying the spring air in between sneezes and sniffles. Carrying my camera work to new heights, I mounted my Fujifilm XT-20, with its fabulous 18-55mm kit lens, onto the end of a 9 foot tall, extendable painters pole, in order to gain a new perspective on the park. This is a technique I first tried in 2009, but at that time I had no way of remotely viewing the results, so while I did get some usable photos, it was very difficult to frame the images

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Day 100 - On the Forest Floor by Edward Crim

As part of my year of serendipitous discovery in America’s premier urban park, I make an effort to leave no part of the park uncovered. I have, I think, walked every single part of the park in my previous inspection tours, and this year should not be different. 

So today I ventured to wander once more in the Kennedy Forest on the park’s southwest corner, by Skinker Boulevard. It is a true eastern

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