The Gates

Yesterday I did what I love to do. A completely spontaneous road trip. I had been cruising around with my camera, listening to NPR and something came on about "The Gates" It was a beautiful day, I had a full tank of gas and no obligations so why not? I snuck down to the city. I say snuck because I have friends I love in the area and I knew if I talked to them I would really want to see them and there is only so much sunlight in the day this time of year and after all it was all about "The Gates". After a record breaking drive down (I've got to stop speeding I don't want to give "the man" a real reason for a DWB) I parked and hoofed it over to the park. There were too many people but despite that it was so beautiful. I love the color orange almost as much as cobalt blue and as far as my eye could see there was orange (some would say saffron..whatever) gate after gate with billowing cloths hanging down like those things in a car wash. I walked forever it seemed, up, down, around. Trying to see it from every angle I possibly could . All gates no fences. Fences have always fascinated me. What they keep out or in. As a kid one of my favorite things to do was walk on top a fence. Like it was my own private high wire and if I fell on the "keep in" side the excitement would be trying to get out.
Sometimes there would be a gate, somewhat disappointing and other times I would have
to climb over or under to escape. I have some great scars as memories of these adventures. Today there was nothing to keep out or in. Just a beautiful journey through. As dusk approached I headed back to my car and drove back to Boston smiling all the way. I guess this was my wonderful "orange" Valentine to myself. Better than chocolate.