Oct 222009
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
-Emily Dickinson

Oma in Grant Park

Chicago from the Bike Path

Chicagoans relax on the bench

Red Tree on the Bike Path

Sun Peeking Through

Is that winter in the horizon?
Yes, the commute was as wonderful as it looks. Easy to see why a bicycle is my preferred mode of transportation.








Pingback: chiccyclist » Blog Archive » My Trinket