I woke realising it was raining still, and it was early. I had passed by this little street that oddly enters a public park and abruptly ends. The light bluish paint on the last garage was waiting for the right light, and I knew it would come. Only 30 mins, there and back, but I am oddly happy with the image. It seems to say something quiet about summer, and early morning rain.
In the early morning rain.
At the edge of the parking lot in the forest
Just inside the forest, at the first parking lot, there seems to be a barrier, certainly an edge, there is here, and there is there, and efforts are made to make sure the line is clearly marked. Every year or so new saplings are removed, and with them, any older trees might be a danger to the cars.