I love the poem -- did not realize it was there.The path of leaves is lovely. Makes you want to scuff right through them.
Linda: It's not the whole poem, but it's carved into the Dupont Circle North Entrance/Exit. Whitman was quite young when he volunteered to care for wounded soldiers from the Civil War. As for scuffing through Gingko leaves, there's still the possibility of trodding on the STINKY Gingko fruit!! I sort of mince my way through the leaves.....*:0) (I don't see any fruit here, though. Hmm...wonder if they eliminated all the female trees?) Our D.C. foreresidents were quite fond of Gingkos, I think. They're all over Georgetown, too. They are quite gorgeous, and they only stink for a few weeks in the fall. In GT, I used to see people gathering the fruit for use in Chinese medicine. Good for coughs and flu, that sort of thing. Just in time for flu season!
You are brilliant. I don't know how you see this stuff.Cat
Cat: My mother taught me to SEE things in nature. I can't say I'm paying attention all of the time, but nature talks to me--all the time. Sometimes when I'm paying attention, I also have a camera with me!