Sunday, September 14, 2008
Only ten minutes from my place
No deer where the sign for them was but people hoping in vain to see them.
It was my two hours for "meeting the Artist" inside me, recommended weekly activity alone from the book the Artist's Way. I could not visit the Ranger's House and its paintings, it was closed to visitors.
Coming back, I sit down on the bench near the Deers sign. A lonely man begun to speak to me. "From where you are? I meet more people from elsewhere then London, here, I come often, like this place a lot. But today I am tired, my new neighbor, on Isle of Dogs, made noise and sung until three in the morning. Putting the pillow on my ears did not help."
We had a nice discussion, and toward the end, he told me the deers are on the other end, I can see them going in the forest part on the small path. After we parted, I went there, looked at them.
There were a lot, together. But they seemed to me like in a zoo more then in a forest and my camera's 5 times zoom was not enough to take a decent photo of them.
Out of the park, now what?
I could take the street, be home in seven minutes, but I can also traverse by the heath, the part of the heath which is left more 'natural'.
There I met "my Artist" there I felt really something special, and took the photo I prefer for the moment from my yesterday's stroll.