In another place, it seems as though I have transcended time. I look out, and while I have been changed by places before, I have come across another place unlike any other. The variables of emotion, memory, and cognitive process continue to willow up the thoughts in my brain as I approach, what else, but a billowing willow tree. In fact, she quite reminds me of Grandmother Willow.
I have been tired many a days, plowing through the seemingly thin concrete jungle, not quite understanding the metaphor. Doesn't a jungle have plush greenery with overwhelming species of wildlife?
I think back to that week on Lover's Lane, and I can only describe my feelings as a longing for nature, that miniature feeling of desperado. After being tired for so long in this place, I needed to be awakened again. This time, the street sign read "Central Park West." I looked right, and found myself buried in trees of all kinds and colors, leaves enough to rake larger piles than my old ones at Grandma's in Northern Michigan. Runners clothed in spandex and earmuffs trekked down the cleared paths beneath the foilage, and dogs, large and small, struggle to be retained on their respective leashes. Bridges of antique stone, a random baseball field, some basketball and volleyball courts. Hunter green grass goes on for miles, interspersed with statues, vendors, zoo animals, and trickling fountains. Ponds as crystal clear as looking glass, taking me back to that lake house that I once was so fond of. Those variables previously mentioned are all heightened now, and I feel awake once more. The magic has come to life again.
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My first impression from reading this post is looking out a window. I visualize a open plain with a forest in the back ground and while the narrator is looking out memories jump across your vision. Then the author switches on you. You jump away to the big city and the images become more chaotic. Instead of green trees and plains I see concrete walls marred by graffiti and empty alley ways. The author of this blog post is very good at creating mental images and mood with very few descriptive terms. He or she does an excellent job of showing not telling what they want the reader to visualize.
ReplyDeleteThe author gives you no mysteries about the location of this piece. “Central Park West” gives away the location right away. By doing this I feel that the author frees herself from describing the surroundings to focus on other things such as the inhabitants filling the area. The runners and the grandmothers populate an image of a park many in the western world are familiar with.
This piece starts of very strong but when it switches I get a bit confused. The author speaks of lovers lane and seems to be building a story. Then it’s simply abandoned. I expected the story to take this path and maybe tell a story about a past love or an event that happened on this “Lovers Lane.” Instead we skip to new York which is the complete opposite of what I expected. This seems to be an experience instead of a story and has no clear purpose or conclusion.
The photo in the blog fits very well with its start. Green trees and a road in a tight frame make it seem as if your looking out the window I mentioned above. It also fits well into the trees populating central park.