It’s an atypical 29 degrees C (84F) at 3.30 pm on a late October Sunday. The trees are slow to turn this year but I got a great taste of autumn colour on a morning walk with friends on the King’s Trail at Stone Mountain Park just outside of Atlanta.
Saturday included a late breakfast in Decatur followed by a wander around the neighbourhood. This Little Free Library is at Decatur City Hall. My hosts have one themselves and I’ve been honoured with the task of making the next selection of books.
This largely children’s bookshop is called The Little Shop of Stories and I got to meet a local author of Young Adult Books. Took me back to my days as a librarian.
I can’t finish the weekend post without mentioning the baseball, although, if the Cubs don’t win tonight, I may never be able to mention baseball to my lovely hosts again during my visit. (Go Cubs!)
Twenty-four hours ago, or thereabouts, I was arriving at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta airport after spending the previous 24 hours in transit with an occasional doze on a plane posing for sleep.
What follows is proof-positive that you can swing into activities straight off two long flights and a layover.
First stop – the launch of the Color ATL colouring book at the newly revitalised old Sears Roebuck Catalogue Distribution Centre. Follow that with Fish Tacos at the Ponce City Market and then home to bed.
A segmented night’s sleep and out into the sunshine this morning – summer temperatures in autumn weather. This weekend is the last one for the Dale Chihuly exhibition at the Atlanta Botanical Garden. Sunshine = melatonin. The brain is kicking into the idea that I’m 14 hours out of my usual time zone.
How one responds to works in an art gallery, and the gallery space itself for that matter, is personal. Perhaps that’s why I’ve never been able to stay the path with anyone else, even if I arrive and/or leave the gallery with that person.
Here’s my personal response to our visit to The High Museum of Art in Atlanta today via the camera.
This journey is coming to a close and there’s a slow and gentle wind-down taking place. Today we visited a school mate of Rob’s and bought a suitcase to carry home items we’ve accumulated along the way. Getting into some normal. The temperature will drop considerably over the next few days before we fly home on Saturday. Almost summer yesterday, grab your coats and scarves tomorrow.
Tonight’s meal was in a Turkish restaurant, accompanied by hip-hop music, yes hip-hop music – falafel and all the trimmings. We passed on the hookah.
Not much description to accompany the photos tonight.
The morning at Stone Mountain (up by gondola, down on foot), followed by the afternoon in the precinct that is the Martin Luther King Jr Historic Site.