And the outside world parks and historic cemeteries opened up to me. Instead of driving by, with my mind on where I was going, I was walking, noticing changes in trees, flowers, landscapes. Although much of life was still locked down, lived with masks, the parks offered a gripping mini-series, my first fully experienced spring. I taught myself how to look and, with my camera, to see.<\/p>\n
My inquisitive chipmunk outlook was perfectly matched to the Science Museum Camera Clubs scavenger hunt for its members, which began last month. Ready, set, go: We have six weeks to take photographs of 20 items\/ideas. First, I accomplished the easy ones. Flower was no problem; the lily pond in the Reinstein Woods offered me astonishing choices. To find reflection, an early morning visit showed me a Reinstein tree becoming its own Narcissus: It looked into its reflections in the water, got lost in its own beauty. My visits to Forest Lawn cemetery gave me unique solutions for circle, water, a place to worship, and statue. All required repeat visits light wasnt right, sky was boring.<\/p>\n
For tree, I chose the one planted in 1879 on the lawn of the Richardson Olmsted Campus. I had been looking at it for years. Now, I salute it as an ancient, living through its second pandemic. It was like having an amazing insight about a friend of decades.<\/p>\n
The hunt included disappointment (allium, chosen for the color purple in the flower garden in downtown Corfu, was over the hill), discovery (on the drive home from Corfu, a barn with holes in its roof under amazing clouds gave me an image for abandoned) and excitement (twice, I dashed out of my house at night, because exceptional sunsets might illuminate railroad tracks or city hall). I had become a scavenger hunter on the prowl. Id extricated myself from my hamster monotony, substituting chipmunk curiosity, a way to live with Covid, even after the scavenger hunt.<\/p>\n
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