Yeah shedding the concrete of the street, can sure lead many to a new beat. #1
smiles....def much different than the city...though i have been in some city parks....the rhythm is def different though....
Beautiful. I'd love to be in such a setting right now. :-)
There is nothing quite like coming to a park in the middle of a city!! Great capture with your words!
Very nice images, I'd love a park like that.
Thanks for coming by my blog, Hank, and commenting on Mother Jones. I've lived in a lot of cities, and parks are their oases and the lifeblood of natural spirit. This short poem speaks volumes about their offer of respite within the greater steel-and-concrete framework. BRILL! Peace, Amy, and here's a rowdy one:http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/06/night-bus-nyc-3ww-real-toads/
Lovely take of the prompt!
Snap! We've both written on parks. Love this one. So cool - cool as the pool.
As someone who loves nature, I can only imagine what seeing visiting a park in the middle of the city must be like for those who live ion thoe cities. Wonderfull done (as always) Hank.