Tuesday, November 16, 2010

saturday evening

There's a meadow across from the dog beach in Prospect Park, one of only 2 feral grasslands in the park I think. The other is the butterfly meadow on top of Lookout Hill. This one's off limits, clearly distinct from the ball fields across from it. You can stand on the periphery and wonder what goes on beyond the civilized zone, especially when the low light cuts it half. It seems like times no one can remember.

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