The sun called me out for a walk today and my feet took me to Gene Coulon Park. It’s a place for walkers. No animals and no bikes. While I am an animal lover and I think bikes are cool, it is great to stroll and not have to worry about fangs or whirling spokes. Everyone ambles along the lakeside at their own pace, frequently passed by joggers in all kinds of healthy living gear. I am sure everyone’s arteries are greatly enhanced by their fluorescent sneakers. Strolling toward the park entrance, I put on the brakes to enjoy the siren call of rhodie trumpets.
At the park, I admire remnants of an old pier marching alongside a new one. Then a small gaggle of domestic geese, trying out the spot usually occupied by Canada geese, taking a walk on the wild side.
There’s a sailing club at this south end of Lake Washington and I have made many photos of their little crafts bobbing in the water. Today the clouds are bobbing overhead as pretty as a dream.
Wandering along on a spring day in the park would hardly be complete without coming across a wedding party, adding Technicolor dresses and lovely tresses to the greenery. All of us in jeans and T-shirts stop a minute to enjoy the scene … I’m glad for them that it’s not raining.
Around the corner I find a solitary sailor perched on a rock, much better than a turtle.
It’s a day of tapestries, the kind that a park encourages, with life flowing along the paths and roadway in full regalia. Around the curve and along another pier, there is a group of guys who’ve launched a squadron of model boats. They appear to be racing but are silent as golfers, focused on their marker buoys in the water.