This is a shot of the small lake in Henderson at the Audubon State Park. The building is part of the Audubon Museum. The park is named after...you guessed it..John James Audubon. He was a famous artist/resident of this city. I believe the park and lake were built by the CCC Boys during the depression. I didn't post all the shots of the park, but I saw a wild grape vines as thick as my arm winding up and through the trees. Wild grapes make good preserves.
In his early days Audubon was a failed business man and had a mill along the Ohio, not far from where I took these pictures. You might guess he spent his time painting instead of running the mill. Many of his paintings are on display in the museum as well as some of his personal belongings. To say he was a naturalist begs the definition. He killed a lot more birds than he painted. The 600 acre park is within the city limits; a nice place to sit and contemplate. At this time of the year hardly anyone goes there.
It's hard to keep up with the changing season and scenery. Right now I can get out and take a few pictures. The weather is cooler and the leaves are falling. My tree has not started to shed yet, but the tree next door has been carpeting my lawn with a yellow tapestry. That's OK, because soon my Elm tree will be blanketing the yard, too.
Chuck has not been over to mow for two weeks and it shows. All that rain has made the grass grow. Maybe I can get the mower started and mow in a straight line...maybe not. My neighbor's yard looks worse.
I got my little book out, "O Pioneer," by Willa Cather, and started reading it again. I had forgotten how simple yet difficult those early frontier settlers/pioneers had it. They endured. We endure.
P. S. For those that worry about my little money jar, I don't think there is enough for anyone to take the risk. After all, I do have a little bang-bang and I am sure it would hurt..OCH!
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