I adjusted the canvas
shoulder bag under my head as I reclined in the cool spring grass of the
park. The abundant trees held
enough young leaves to keep the bright sun out of my closed eyes. Letting go of all thoughts, the street
noise gradually retreated and I found myself in that wonderful place between
consciousness and sleep. I awoke
shortly, somewhat startled, to the realization that I had been sleeping on the
ground in Philadelphia’s Rittenhouse Square early in the afternoon on that late
spring day in 1979.
After walking the
streets with my camera all morning and consuming more lunch that I really
needed, sprawling on the grass in the park seemed like the only civilized thing
to do. None of the many people
strolling about seemed to pay any attention to those of us seeking such comfort
on God’s green mattress. I hope I
wasn’t snoring.
The result of that adventure is posted below. Unfortunately the 25 year old photo I took of this painting leaves a lot to be desired.
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