I spied him as I waited at the light. He was dancing in the bike/running path in front of the Missouri History Museum; leaping, twirling and throwing his arms into the air in an elaborate celebration of life. I parked by the museum and hustled over to where he stood and introduced myself. His name is Lou, and, he told me, he does a three-hour run every day. So I sat on the grass by the path and he danced for me. Naturally I took photos.
A young mother and her two little ones came out of the History Museum and walked across the grass towards the parking lot. The older of the two children, a boy, calls out,
“I’m running in the grass!” and his mother begins to sing, “Running in the grass, running in the grass.” It’s a catchy, joyful tune and it plays in my mind for a few minutes.
Wandering on from there I saw the people on strange scooters, the lady with the baby and dog who exclaimed “Nice Camera!” when she saw me (yes, that’s why I bought it), the man in the green parka wearing a dust mask and glasses over his face and the woman with the scaredy-dog, who was very reluctant to cross the suspension bridge (not because I was jumping up and down on it, either).
I also bumped into Wiley Price, the award-winning photographer for the Saint Louis American weekly newspaper (he saw me first) and we talked for 10 minutes. And there were golfers out. Lots of them. I’m hoping this means spring is not far!
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