Today I came to the park in both early morning and the afternoon. The ducks were more active than usual and kept dancing. A few geese were watching and feeling itchy. So was I.
A chipmunk had its mouth and pouches full, looking exactly like the characters in Disney cartoon movies I watched in childhood.
An artist came and sat at the shore working on her water painting. She did not realize that her presence made the park another nice piece of artwork.
The last photo in this set was actually an image of a small piece of rock in the parking lot. I found it intriguing and resembling the air view of rocky mountains that I gazed at on my previous flights to the West Coast.
The pollinator garden by the parking lot is doing very well. Even when nibbled on by the deer, the plants are like an assembly line and put out new flowers everyday. Today I think I found another secret to explain why the garden remains so pretty: a squadron of bumble bees are stationed here to guard the flowers.
The reflections of the woods and the change of the leaf colors are like an artist's oil paintings. As a believer of creation, not only I know who the artist is but also where to find Him. Brightwood Park is not only my favorite place to meet Him but also provides a preview of a better place in eternity.
After the drought this past summer, the number of birds in the park significantly declined. A small herd of mallard ducks became the main residents here. I was excited to spot a guest this morning; a blue heron.
On my way out, I was paused by the noise of pecking in the crown of a tall tree. I tried hard to locate the source. By tracking the motions I found a male downy woodpecker. In a moment, the bird came down from his workplace and stood almost in front of me. While I appreciated the bird's courtesy of greeting me, I noticed that this little fellow must be tired after getting up early and working hard, because he dozed a few times.
Although it was a rainy day, the absence of blue sky did not compromise the beauty of the autumn in Brightwood Park. Everything appeared refreshed. Tree leaves floating in the pond formed artistic patterns or as worn in fashion shows.
A bush and its reflection in the pond looked like a human ear. I was reminded of a pair of statues located at the entrance of the Molecular Biology Institute of UCLA, the building where I did my graduate work. Before the name "Anthropomorphic Echoes" (http://www.publicartinla.com/UCLAArt/benoff.html) was released, everyone called them "strange ears". After the "ears" were first dedicated, in a few days they melted down under the warm weather of Southern California. It then took a while for the artist to figure out a material which allowed the statues to stay intact and straight. Now after 40 years the statues are still there.
I was wondering if I could name the bush here "Brightwood Echoes".
If you were unable to come to the park because of the weather or because of the distance, I hope the photos shared here brought nature to you wherever you are.
Have a wonderful week. Chuan-Chu
I am a frequent visitor of Brightwood Park and enjoy sharing my discoveries.
Brightwood Park is on the North end of Prospect Street. Go past Franklin School and look for the entrance on the left.