A Beautiful Day

It was a beautiful day. When I got to the Viewpoint, there was a family there, under the laurel tree. They were speaking a foreign language--Arabic, I think. One of them, a man, was taking photos. Photographers, professional and amateur, come to the Viewpoint all day long. I've taken hundreds of photos there, myself, so I can tell you that it's not easy to take a good photo of either the view or the park itself. There's something about the way the space is arranged that makes it hard to find the ideal shot.

After a couple minutes, the family left. There were three other people in the park:

1. A man reading a magazine, who was wearing a white izod shirt, khaki shorts, thong sandals, glasses and an earpiece

2. A woman lying on her stomach on a white blanket, hugging a light blue pillow and reading a book. She was wearing dark blue glasses and a short, form-hugging dark blue dress. Her dark hair was pulled into a bun. She was near the tree I call the "Lovers" because of its two trunks. I've read that it was brought from Denny Park.

3. A guy who was sitting near the stone at the entrance to the trail, smoking a cigarette, wearing a gray T-shirt, navy blue Adidas shorts with white piping and athletic shoes with no socks (or short, invisible ones). He had a rucksack, removed from his back, and a mountain bike. He finished his cigarette and then lay down on a bench and began reading a book: Euclid's Mind.

As I was leaving, a couple came walking by. They were speaking Mandarin. The woman had on cut-offs, dark glasses, orange shoes with yellow laces and gray-black soles. The man was wearing a black T-shirt, blue jeans, a brown belt and multicolored shoes with brown, tan and black sections on them.

There were white sailboats on the blue, blue bay, and above, just under the edge, blackberry fronds weeping down, illuminated bright light green against a rich, shadowed green background.