I realized today that I had not yet covered the stretch of Forest Park along Lindell Boulevard from Skinker Avenue to the History museum, so this is exactly what I set out to do. I drove north on Skinker, turned right on Lindell and then into the park on Washington Drive (where I found a friend who was just leaving the History Museum). This gave me the idea of wandering through, so I did and then walked west along the north side of the park.

The goal of my Forest Park photographic exercises is to not only document the park and see the world around me in different ways, but to come up with new and interesting photos every day. As I walked I looked at the play of the late afternoon light on the trees. I watched joggers running toward me, back lit by the sun. I listened to the birds calling, their cries masked by the roar of the city. I watched as two pedestrians spent several minutes untangling their dogs. I looked at the shapes of the golf course, at the Art Museum across the fields from me, at distant lines of trees standing black against a purple sky.

Not every day in Forest Park is different from the rest, but every day is worth being there.